Just a knife cut away
On the other side of the window
There lies the world
in which I will see you again
I retrieve all memories I have
from the time we were not apart;
Oiling them as to hinder them
from rusting and fading away
Bathing my eyes with the golden dust
I see your depicted world
Mounted on top of the aurora
shimmering over mine
Just a knife cut away
and I will see you again
In the world on the other side of the window
Which will be opened no more
-Ode to Lyra and Will-
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