The story
He keeps reaching for what no longer answers back.
He stands in the gap where something used to be, turning over the missing shape in his hands like a key that will not fit. The world keeps moving around him, but he stays fixed on the empty place, listening for a voice, a footstep, any sign the lost might still come home.
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Lyrics
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