Along the quiet narrow streets
Canals are still in high tide
Whatever needs to be will be
When there is nothing left to hide
Whatever remains will set you free
A crater left as a divide

All of the memories will return
In the sleep like shallow scars
Whatever remains will set you free
A crater left as a divide

There will soon be time to meet them all again
For once at eye level and for once as friends

There will be time
Time to return

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Writer(s): GONZALEZ WINTERKORN