Gone away
Twenty seasons have passed
But your name conquers my brain
Memories still haunt me
Even though am far from you
Dreaming of you
Day and night
Whispers of your voice
And echoes of your laughter
Your love was a gift
A gift invisible to me
After memories are accounted
I could only cry for you were gone
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