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When you look at me
From your own century
I may seem to be
Strange archeology
But when the winds blow
From this direction
You may sense me there
In your reflection
I think I feel you
But I will never know
As the swallows leave
And the children grow
I wanted to live forever
The same is you will too
I wanted to live forever
And everybody knew
When I caught you there
In tomorrows mirror
I thought felt you
Jump out of my skin
Throwing oil into
My blazing memories
Filling empty footsteps
I was standing in
I wanted to live forever
The same as you will too
I wanted to live forever
And everybody knew
As the falling rain
Of the northern jungle
Hanging droplets on the leaves
Bombards my brain
I hear you
Across the room
A sea of daffodils spring into bloom
You are the mist
The frost across my window pane
And again
She moves her body
And her whispers weave
And the world spins
And tells me that I'll never want to leave
As I think of you
From this dark century
I will always be
With generosity
That we both may share
The hope in hearing
That we're not just
Spirits disappearing
When you look at me  From your own century  I may seem to be  Strange archeology  But when the winds blow  From this direction  You may sense me there  In your reflection  I think I feel you  But I will never know  As the swallows leave  And the children grow  I wanted to live forever  The same is you will too  I wanted to live forever  And everybody knew  When I caught you there  In tomorrows mirror  I thought felt you  Jump out of my skin  Throwing oil into  My blazing memories  Filling empty footsteps  I was standing in  I wanted to live forever  The same as you will too  I wanted to live forever  And everybody knew  As the falling rain  Of the northern jungle  Hanging droplets on the leaves  Bombards my brain  I hear you  Across the room  A sea of daffodils spring into bloom  You are the mist  The frost across my window pane  And again  She moves her body  And her whispers weave  And the world spins  And tells me that I'll never want to leave  As I think of you  From this dark century  I will always be  With generosity  That we both may share  The hope in hearing  That we're not just  Spirits disappearing
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