(from Tully)
It was always a hot summer
In the days we used to play
I could say it doesn’t matter
But I’d give me all away.
Now an autumn has passed and another one, too,
There will be many springs now,
All without you.
Our cold winters won’t see you again
And neither will I
Till my seasons will end.
What hurts selfish me is [...]
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