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The place I'm coming from
March, 1, 2000
A different time from now,
A very different history.
Landscapes like nowhere else,
Never-ending stormy afternoons,
Endless tender nights under the Moon,
Infinite forests where grew ancestral trees.
You could sit on a hill for years,
The sky coming to you so close.
The rivers are still flowing there,
And the rain is still falling.
But not on me.
They took me away…
..."I will teach you how to escape
While your body's sleeping.
They won't keep you from me.
I can see you, no matter the distance,
I can hear you, no matter the noise.
You will come to me again,
Patience won't be needed."
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