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The Memory Of NothingHoping there's a war to be what you read And become what you are in your mind Grasping every bit of breath And writing every word, Wishing that it still counts. But in the end we alswars choos what we do And you sit down and wonder If the future and the past Tend to crash in every word In this ethereal ground we call mind And when you hand it down And let it sink for a while What stays with you, What really stays with you Is that deep feeling of release And so we let go... And all my ramblings on these pages Are gone... Are gone and burned By the memory of nothing. The sweet release Of not having to care No anymore... for you. And when you hand it down And let it sink for a while What stays with you, What really stays with you Is that deep feeling of release And so we let go... And all my ramblings on these pages Are gone... Are gone and burned By the memory of nothing. |