As I stand on this mystery plinth
All talk of heroes hailing me
I dumbly observe the dancing memories,
That fall as though confetti,
Flickering in the fleeting breeze
That comforts me.
Here's the day you leaned on me,
Brushing past my face,
There's the night we sighed relief,
Dangling above me.
And those are the daydreams
We thought would last forever
That we conspired to kill.
Like confetti confessing our sins,
They fall to my feet,
These dancing memories I keep.
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