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Waiting
Passing centuries
Day and night, up to
Only the day was still not forgotten.
And you touch the cool, still remember
Birth to a drastically
Your comparable, only you order.
There was laughter and tears
All around you,
You are the
And do not come back?
I'm standing at the door open,
Come back when you have time.
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