I went to see the church's ruins,
to reach and touch its age,
rebuild it without having
to change it with my hands,
and wake up the resting people,
tell them it's back and it'd open again.
You're so young and full to look at,
I can't imagine you unreal
or dated or a bunch of things
I mixed together in a dream.
Nothing impossible can exist
in the same place as you,
so I'll come home when I'm tired
and I'll tell you what I saw.
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