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Once turned and forgotten
The door is closed
With a word too often
Is all we are showed

Always without, however, never
These walls we build
Are strong and clever
The recollection of memories filled

This waters edge claws
At a perpetual shore
And a scene that draws
Ever closer for more

As understanding closes in
Before differences unfold
Unrelenting now and then
Listening, forever told

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