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Hope's door is closing Seeing you crossing The door is closer As you are demising Other side the mirror The girl is abiding As she gets reminded, so she is glazing
After all the people leave— The raucous laughter has died down, goodbyes have been said, The lights have all gone out, and people have left for some other party— What happens to a building?
Watch the sky, wait for me there. Sit among the independent clouds where the sun is free to reach the heavens. Look for me here.