When nothing is left except
the palaces we built as children
when the sky streaks gold
and bleeds into the last area of dark
look for me
behind our favorite pillar
behind the black-edged mountains
with a halo of light
When all the we can hear is
our heartbeats
the song
we wrote as children
find me
take my hand
I'll lead you safely into the dark
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