How does one heart find another,
When walls and rivers from them divide,
When dreams and visions untrusted, forgotten,
And the music of the soul never played, never heard
Where do they go? we might wonder,
Memories of feelings and friends,
And if we could but see the future
The cold of loss we should never feel
But I don't mind my room this time
somehow I've always embraced the seclusion
For it has taught me a greater illusion
Now closeness appears the games, the mask
And that which sought me where I willed to be found
Lead me blind to a warmer place,
But as I too was ought to believe
This love, I am still reluctant to leave
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