have things ever been as good
as they've been in memory
or are they but wistful scenes
played out sad yet
remembered differently
shall i examine my mind
for the fingerprints of deceit
shall i lay my soul as bare
as i can bear it to be
then having been shown all
that i've needed to see
shall i find a corpse
where my dream used to be
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