He said: Don’t forget me
The windows were open
I thought: understand me
The game is not broken
I could not forget
How could I? But lost
I could not regret
But he was a ghost.
The life is not shadow
And passing by days
I could not regret
I came back too late.
And there was summer
And hands on the shoulders
And words were to cover
But I had to go.
He said...
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