A universe of memories, his angel, his enemy.
His ultimate cause, oh! Poor troubled soul.
The one and the only, the lucid and the lonely.
Observer of the world, a multiform world.
Love, he can't get the hang of.
God, means nothing at all.
He's doomed to remember every leaf of every branch of every tree.
Each and every face of every man, and everytime they've crossed his mind.
No-one has ever felt the heat and pressure of his reality,
oh! If he's got a dream It's forgetting forever.
A difference, a variance, of every memory, oh! Who will set him free…
Love, he just can't get the hang of.
God, means nothing at all.
He's doomed to remember every breeze on every wave of every sea.
Each and every stone in every land and everytime they've crossed his mind

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