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Time is passing like this in your memories, just like the birds are eager to return home as soon as the evening comes.
I sit in your memories for hours, but it seems as if only a few moments have passed.
I keep staring at it, but I don't know what I am seeing.
I remain lost in the whispers, I am not even aware that someone is calling.
The picture of you remains in your, and you are visible in every image.
What a magic you have cast on me, I have forgotten myself, I only remember you.
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Amazing writing. The second line about sitting in your memories - beautiful.