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On my honour On mine, yes it was all even. The portrayal the name. The instrument of our interpretation, the code of it's demonstration. My honour precedes me, my name, my perception, my will. To go against my contradiction, my hypocrisy at my self-made situation. Together we will make it through to the end of our begining, to the places we were flying, just you and me; back to us; to the place when last we met in embrasure. We left like the split in the two parrallel roads together but apart somehow. I will find it for us, our last place; the first place, a restart without an erase. I will journey back, alone if need be. I will find us together with you, if not alone: just me. |