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"Once upon a time
Oh my love,
There was
A beautiful lady ... "
If you had seen me again,
I would have changed.
The sorrow aged me horribly
Weakened, etched.
If I had seen you again,
You would have changed,
Fear and silence
Are deforming.
I would not be the one
You left behind.
Neither you'd be the same
Who I used to follow gasping.
You would not be,I would not be.
It would never be again,
What we experienced before.
Keep it dearly inside you.
Only like that, it could have been.
Nothing more.
"...Oh Sun, please, enlighten him,
Moon, go and talk to him
For my sake ... "
We were whistling low,
Together coordinated,
Just the same
Harmonic Song.
Alas! "Everything changes " ...
Oh! " nothing remains still... "
And... "you cannot step twice
Into the same stream . "
Afraid to be drown.
Only there in the cobwebbed
In the multi- locked
Drawers of memory,
Which are desirable to be ignored
And maintained
As a salvation in suffocation.
As a redeeming lullaby.
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