We live in one place and one place only. Now, and now, and now. But we reach out for somewhere else, beyond the blue clouds and blue flowers. That 'sweet golden clime'. Sadness doesn't flow away, but is endured. All we know is that we will not stay here long. But the heart doesn't know whether it wants to arrive or leave. Divided, split...nothing is as whole as a broken heart.
Now, I remember everything; I have been devoured by my memories. It is good. That radiant future that is the past...
Ah, my soul
Why do you sigh within me?
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