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LYRIC:
We were constellations in a dying universe
Writing our forever in the margins of the earth
You were every answer that I never learned to ask
Now I'm reading through the silence like a language from the past
There's a photograph beneath my floor
Of a place that doesn't exist anymore
And I still hear your voice in the architecture
Of every empty room I can't restore
Maybe we were never meant to stay
Maybe some things only bloom before they fade
But there's a part of me that still believes
That time is just a thief with memories
