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Everything is lost and it's found
In these city dreams
Stretching up towards cold sun
finding oneself,
Bursting up through tarmac
For gain and Again,
For the site of your touch
And the scent of your hand
I think
I could find you
Wonderful
Yourself in yourself
If that is the answer still true
And I run my last race
To dare find another place that is free
And bar your thoughts
In our memory