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    I'd like to think
    That your soul remembers
    Bodies may blossom in the springtime
    And then wither like dust
    Like leaves falling in the autumn
    Turning to various shades of rust
    But your soul

    I'd like to believe
    People seep in through your ribcage
    Gather all the heartstrings
    And hold them tight
    Like the tides from another world
    Draping themselves on the beach, so right
    Just like people, who seep in
    Through your ribcage