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I stand half a world away amid a sea of hearts and races,
Nameless faces taking me back,
Themselves everywhere but where I am.
The hum of heartstrings
Aye, what a glorious sound;
I cast my old masks to the oceans
And Lord knows I get tired of remaining unbroken.
I listen to the harsh melodies in their voices,
The raucous drones of their laughs;
I know that what is human can only live
And can only be;
Most times left alone they build their castles of stones.
Oh, my my, what faces they have.

They stand alone in this adversity.
I remain apart, hidden away in my foreign fields.
Has such a land always looked so green?
Their eyes betray their scenes,
Their lips speak of infinitesimal fallacies.
Their minds play tricks,
These nights their escape, their comedic play,
They spend all day blazed;
Their hands reach for the stars dazzlingly quiet behind mountains;
Their legs remain strong, yet they do not walk;
Begged to listen, yet their minds only talk.
Ah, the ears, the ears!
They can only understand what they've chosen to hear...
Such marvelous faces, fascinatingly stubborn faces.
They know only previous places;
Although home lies ahead,
They, given water and bread
Cannot be fed.
I have entered this fray.
Come the day this blessing pays,
I shall take one more look at my face and know
Alone you come, alone you must leave this place.
Perhaps the other shall join
If the Gods have heard me pray.