Nights are intertwined hands surrounded nostalgia shoulders followed the rushing wind was here
when the wind chill lonely solitary spokes still here his much room you loving
her arms nostalgic Wait wait wait forever kiss warm voice
that love Immersed in rush hour party people who leave the children how bitter Why why people rush to go back Foolish heart he thought would return and wanted to hold on to love with you Because one for whom people quickly forget quickly Needless once thought about you every day how besides the love He buried here He buried here
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