years gone by 

look back and your loves behind you 

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house of the trees 

over the shards of the memories 

times gone, times lost, times lived 

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and veining through the earth 

they grow further and further away 

your beating heart dancing 

one beat for a century 

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scribblings of life. they give their blood 

cut their fingers on papers for you. 

to create 

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for there’s a madwoman in this attic 

veins still full with double gold ichor 

the ashes of the stars in her worded bones. 

View from below the floorboards