upon my golden postcard mountain
I couldn't make it to your funeral
you didn't care if your days were wasted
leaving your body and those days to waste
inside my shiny postcard snow globe
I fell in love with every falling flake
I didn't care for the days we wasted
a blissful blinding of the summer dust
Aleksander, I feel sorry ‘bout my fallacy
but you taught me all about serenity
and for a moment there
it felt like God filled every hole in me
like I felt free
Aleksander, are you free now?

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