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In 20 years time
When they can scan her mind
Will she remember me
As I do now, as I do now
Reading "Little House" aloud
In 20 years time
She'll have her own life
Designing machinery
For cyborg cities
In altered realities
Maybe at Christmas she'll call me
As she slips into sleep
Will she hear melodies
"Aeroplane Over the Sea"
"I'll Be Your Mirror"
"You're Innocent Whеn You Dream"
It's all exactly as I schemеd
In 50 years time
I probably won't be alive
But an echo of my voice
Will bounce around
The caverns of her mind
Buying me a bit more life
That's all that's left of me
The things I kinda believe
But there's no need to grieve
Cause she'll be skipping
Through all the moonlit trees
Feeling how good it is to breathe
In 20 years time
When they can scan her mind
Will she recall it all
As I do now
Delaying my TV shows
To kiss her tiny eyes and nose
Goodnight
Goodnight
Goodnight