To the river far below
Tear up every note I've left you
And let the pieces go
Take notice of the words and letters
Catching on the breeze
Take notice of the paper petals
Flying through the trees
What phrases will survive their freedom
And make it to some stream
Wash into the river and get carried out to sea
These sections of old sentences
That only you'll have seen
Are free to reappropriate
I wonder what they'll mean
And all those that get trapped in transit
By some strangers tears be stained
Get picked up by young lovers
Or get lost in gutter drains
What message will be more important
Of those found or lost to age
The ink stains on old parchment
Or the tearing of the page
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