Blue side

What place is this

A hostile defense

A victim and a tyrant

That I heedlessly chose

For myself

Cecil Walden

When we step into time again

Memory is slow to show

The truth of discontinuity

And the silence that has grown

–

What time has left, what we have lost

A spectre blooming overblown

Conversations we still carry on

With the ones we used to know

–

If the unspoken can be a legacy

If disbelief can make life so

We can forget what has been changing

And the silence that still grows

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