A friend said do you understand that feeling I don't think there is anything I can return to in that other land I think I know what she means What we remember is only the real estate of nostalgia No other plot of land to claim despite the claims forced upon us In time whatever path we walk leads back to the earth That is the only going back In the meantime we shepherd our phantoms Tell them to take one day at a time Drink the morning coffee Slide open a window It isn't necessary to say anything while regarding the view
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