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In between the noiseless city and the lights that never dim I am not supposed to think of you. But in twenty years this place will be as much a part of me as you ever were. So as I listen to the piano sonatas that I once could memorize, to the books I once loved to read, I wonder if I have lost my passion for things that I used to find such joy in doing; I wonder if I have lost the ability to love.