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Time comes, that you who never took a sip of red wine Becomes drunk at an unknown street to our common map Time comes, it snows in our favorite city after 50 years Your eyes come to my mind, where once you slipped Time comes, I forget the way you smoked Is this the old city where we used to walk? Time comes, I do not wake up at 4 am anymore You do not smell as you used to in my head no more Time comes, you're not the 23 you used to be I do the things you and me chatted about Time comes, your particles do not appear at the station Time comes, I forget the last letter of your perfume and its smell Time comes, I imagine no more your last flight Airports become a tool of mass transport again Time comes, hell and heaven merge unconditionally I do not wish anymore not to even hear your name Time comes, Sunday and Wednesday equalize Mornings and nights allow the same sins Time comes, that old excitement dies Everyone who dies is misunderstood Time comes, I remember things You cannot walk around in my rain Time comes, you are a bit dark and far I sense your disappearance will be sudden Time comes, the little you becomes destined to you
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Dec 18, 2021
Dec 18, 2021 at 10:52 AM UTC
Time Comes
Time comes, that you who never took a sip of red wine Becomes drunk at an unknown street to our common map Time comes, it snows in our favorite city after 50 years Your eyes come to my mind, where once you slipped Time comes, I forget the way you smoked Is this the old city where we used to walk? Time comes, I do not wake up at 4 am anymore You do not smell as you used to in my head no more Time comes, you're not the 23 you used to be I do the things you and me chatted about Time comes, your particles do not appear at the station Time comes, I forget the last letter of your perfume and its smell Time comes, I imagine no more your last flight Airports become a tool of mass transport again Time comes, hell and heaven merge unconditionally I do not wish anymore not to even hear your name Time comes, Sunday and Wednesday equalize Mornings and nights allow the same sins Time comes, that old excitement dies Everyone who dies is misunderstood Time comes, I remember things You cannot walk around in my rain Time comes, you are a bit dark and far I sense your disappearance will be sudden Time comes, the little you becomes destined to you
14/01/2021
m-kemal
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m-kemal
33/M/Talinn, EST
Dec 18, 2021
Dec 18, 2021 at 10:52 AM UTC
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