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Our footsteps echo through time
To capture this air breathed by another
Walk where he did, touch what he touched
To see his shadow almost
His presence palpable
To know his thoughts similar
The feelings that moved him move us
Loved and died, died without love
Yet he has turned to dust
His genes remain
To travel trough time
The only constant
To be a part of me, a part of you
So if you ever touch an old stone
It's been loved before, caressed by his very hand
If you're lucky you can still feel it's warmth
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