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People feel home 

Dreaming with their heads all under fountains wrapped in blankets made of cotton

a thousand miles away

Mountains still stoned

History like a net catching dreamers  silhouettes piecing pieces of the past back into their perfect place

I don’t wanna go home

Stage for every act while secrets make their pacts 

Spilling over into midnight pay the dark to see the daylight riding 

Faster white horse whispers

Every answer burning embers

Sound suspended in space