we sing no new song

we are

all but

echoes

until

we hear

our own voice.

 

we are 

all but

dreams

until the

dreamer dies.

 

we are

all but

songs sung

over and

over again.

 

we remember

the same old spirit

 

and forget 

just who we think

we really are.

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