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Walking through the forgotten city.
Where my steps will not be remembered.
Where statues have no eyes and no dates and the history they chronichle is lost in time.
Where stones slide ever so slightly every day, rebuilding themselves incessantly.
And one never crosses the same life of a stray cat twice.
Where there is no echo and you are always lost and never found.
Walking through the forgotten city.
The city with no name or a thousand names.
Where you may reinvent yourself at every step of the way and never feel guilty.
Walking through the forgotten city.
Have you ever walked there?
Maybe you have and can't remember ...
Walking through the forgotten city.
Where my steps will not be remembered.
Where statues have no eyes and no dates and the history they chronichle is lost in time.
Where stones slide ever so slightly every day, rebuilding themselves incessantly.
And one never crosses the same life of a stray cat twice.
Where there is no echo and you are always lost and never found.
Walking through the forgotten city.
The city with no name or a thousand names.
Where you may reinvent yourself at every step of the way and never feel guilty.
Walking through the forgotten city.
Have you ever walked there?
Maybe you have and can't remember ...
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