Across the midnight shadows,
I'll long to cry your name,
over long stretches of time
and the windows to the same,

In long forgotten tunnels,
of man, woman, and foe
of forgotten friends and lovers,
untold from long ago,

I'll seek you in the stairways,
climbing steadfastly,
rushing ever onward,
to visit you inside of me.

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