Memory
Early September
I still remember
That day
Day of Shame
When I was walking out
Out of my house
And I didn't know
That it was my
Last time seeing
That place
For another
Couple of years
But surroundings
Seems new
What was going on
With me
Because I still
Remember that day
Trees wispering something
And falling leaves waving
bye, bye
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