and another passed in February from that time.
That time I looked and I looked and everything changed between us.
a year has passed and you, you keep locked up in yourself.
expect things to be as before, as they once were.
As spotted in a remote memory that seems never to have happened. And we sit back on our bench, watching the long run.
Only a year has passed, and this seat has lost color. New buildings
prevent us from seeing the sunset.
injuries and off we changed irreversibly.
We are the same, but we are not like before.
We stood in silence this time is silent.
We are under the same tree but the leaves are different
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