When I hear…. the sound of concrete and steel, I sense a rythm, that science can’t feel, I feel the beat…. of our hearts as one, I hold your colour, when my vision is gone, This power is something but the force is blind, Transmitted through a network, of your own kind, As minutes tick away…. and days become years, I know this old feeling, it’s a substance in my tears…



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