generations mingle. Conflicts are increasingly rare. It looks, it is observed. The ideas come as they float. The past resurfaces without any pain. We can not be said of the collective past. All together, there is a little lonely. A chance to be in this place where time defies boredom. I look at the street, she stopped moving for a long time. Defile the people but she did not pay much attention. You get used to everything. Even the beautiful things that repeat. The generations mingle. And with them the memories of a paradise lost and finally found. Things do not move. And we'll pretend. We are far from perfect. Far from it.
(Serj Tankian - Imperfect Harmony - Reprise)
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