That's how I see you sometimes.
Soulless, that is.
It wasn't always that way.
Once upon a time... There was love.
Love that was sent in a letter to a child.
But that love faded--smoke dancing in air--
as you nail the coffin shut.
It wasn't all bad, though, was it?
I still sing that song you sang me.
You know. The one by The Beatles.
That was a pretty good lullaby, really.
I just hope you're still around
When I sing it to my own kids.
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