O can you remember me a palace?

O can you remember me a palace?
As like there ever was?
With worlds within its sprawling halls,
Colors in its lines?
Can you recall to me the calling
At the center-end of time?
Can you hear the bells,
Can you feel the pause?
Can you remember it now,
Or can it remember for you?
Can you cry for memory,
So it may cry back too?
O for the days they are but ending
For the exodus is open
From the ashes of our escape
A lighted door beckons forth…
== Author Notes ==
SO YEAH! Something melancholy on the second-to-last Sunday of Tumblr’s life, regarding the Memory Palace. 
But, perhaps the story is different, in another place, say on my Pillowfort…
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