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This is my last year here

In what used to be paradise

I want to spend it with you

Doing what we used to do

With no rhythm or rhyme

Out of touch, out of time

I want to remember

This city as it used to be

How it made me feel free

When I was young and naive

Wearing my heart on my sleeve

Thinking if I was strong enough

Worked hard enough

Endured enough

I would realize that dream...

That still endures

Despite all obstacles

But dreams are never

What they seem

And the reality

Turns out to be

Something else entirely...

Such is the stuff of life

And you move on

To better pastures

Despite mountains

In your way

That is why refugees

Swim endless seas

To get to the other side

And so will I

Find the strength

To move forward

With that which remains...