A stone from the well,
a dry tree leaf scattered,
a heart carved into the tree,
from these who could have known,
who has looked into a another's heart,
who has been forever surprised,
which of us are the stranger alone,
memories in mind without the words,
lost on the path with no direction,
a stone from the well,
a dry tree leaf scattered,
a heart carved into a tree.
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