I've pounded the quiet
In each dark or light earth
As if slowly fragile
The second time it had never fallen
Sting when imagined about him
and my imagination is always about him
Because I could not reach it
Now I can no longer smoothed beautiful
Tonight ...
I miss him
I Miss his real present
However, with My helpless
Only able to say his name
And hugged his shadow ...
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