A funnel cloud
Of memories
Drifts away
Upon the seas
And gathers in
An unfound place
Flowing rivers
Forgotten face
Then rolls inside
A secret chest
Inside the mind
That knows it best
There is no place
These dreams shall be
Than there with you
And you with me
And when the waves
Turn round so fast
They’re made from hearts
That didn’t last
Which crash upon
The sacred shore
And trickle off
The world once more
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