much more than stranger we became
but still, oh...
maybe it would happen anyway.
you will find your path soon.
there's only remains from the past, my dear.
one foot right through another we played a foolish game
so we hoped to be close
we just forgot the nights it fell right.
the time is long now for perfect starts
and so there's
nothing left to pretend I see.
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