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Strangely Lucid
Strangely Lucid
Strangely Lucid
Strangely Lucid
Laying in a field, staring at the sky
Remembering things that are making me cry
Watching the clouds roll by
Remembering why
Strangely Lucid
Strangely Lucid
When we dream now we go back to that city
To who we really are
And so our memories unfog
Time is proved mutable, elastic
For those who learn to swim as it were
Who are not swept along in Time’s currant.
How does it feel to remember?
How does it feel to forget?
How does it feel to remember?
How does it feel?
Strangely Lucid
Strangely Lucid
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