Saturday Evening
Hello,
It's been a long time since we've spoke,
I feel that I've never truly heard noise out your throat,
I couldn't forget what you said to me and some days I stare at this photo,
Do you remember what it felt like? The day in the snow?
I don't like to think about it, although,
Things have changed and I think I'm... you know?
I don't care that it will never be the same between us two, so...
Forget it.
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