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[00:24.01]there is glass between our touch,
[00:29.31]phantom limbs of former love...
[00:35.21]and the truth is that I am so terrified
[00:53.29]that the callous is deeper
[00:56.93]than the surface of our skin.
[01:03.90]and it takes us twice as long,
[01:09.36]it takes us twice as long to heal.
[01:25.18]we'll lift up the ground to see
[01:31.24]the system of roots beneath.
[01:36.20]gears turn, endlessly,
[01:41.66]to bring the world back to life
[01:46.55]like clockwork, when it dies.
[01:58.42]the cadence of beating hearts,
[02:04.33]the click of its moving parts
[02:09.04]grows louder and louder
[02:14.44]from this restless earth...
[02:19.90]future gardens wait patiently below
[02:30.16]and somehow we smell them blossom
[02:38.19]through the snow.
[02:46.33]still unsatisfied,
[02:51.54]we chase what we're denied.
[02:56.64]as generations wait,
[03:01.94]we can't resist the taste of possibility.
[03:11.60]gears turn, endlessly,
[03:16.53]to bring us back to life again.
[03:21.63]like clockwork, we begin.