Time Is an Object of the Heart Seems like you were just here the other night. Now you’re an empty house in my mind. I remember your face in the autumn light, but the truth is the years were unkind. You seem close, and yet we’re far apart, Time is an object of the heart. Life in the city seems like yesterday. We’d walk the village streets all night…
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