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(Never let it fade away)
Years later, every time Summer arrives, my first thought is still you.
…(Save it for a rainy day)
The aftermath included; a gloomy overcast, thunderous moods, rivers flowed through me, and a perpetual drought from you.
(For love may come and tap you on the shoulder, some star-less night)
Time slyly crept up on me and now we’ve been longer apart then we were ever together (were we even together?) Yes. And it was magnificent, but you can’t live in the past forever - everything’s changing constantly, the milky way spinning, supernova’s exploding, galaxies expanding, universes dying. I’m changing too.
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