Walking alone, I felt the earth move an inch
A sudden tremble, a distant scream
In a second I remembered
That warm happy shattering
Walking along the paved roads
I heard a rustle in my silent dream
A broken image of worlds within
In that dry but rainy answering
Walking alone, time raced towards me
That subtle and atomic pull of gravity
Walking along I played happy tunes
As I whisper a prayer through eternity
(I want the greatest story ever told
To be the story of you and me)
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