With fists pounding against temples
A tear rolls down my cheek
I recall the stray hair on her face
The smell of jasmine and morning rain
And the moment is escaping me
Tearing at the walls of total recall
I'm lighting candles in the dark
Smoking the nuances of ethereal cigarettes
We used to dance in the ether
All that's left is the inheritance of empty
And the aftertaste of ashes
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