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The electricity

          doesn't make it here

    Up to the top

          of this mountain.

Looking down the side,

    I can see

          the entire city.

It's beautiful at night

    I can see all the lights.

And I know each light is a house.

          I also know your house is there.

One of those lights is you.

    It has been a long time

But I can remember that much

          at least.

I remember

          You told me that night

     so long ago

          That you would burn

     that light each night

          awaiting my return.

I fear that it

     Burns for another

          these days

     far better suited

          Than I.

But I can still dream

     That you await my return

          Faithfully.

     Even though it has been

          forever...

     Even though I won't

          be returning.

     No, not ever...

          But you are better off now.