Jul 2015
As we return to the Dust
From whence we came,
My eyes look to the setting sun,
And a lifetime of memory
Comes back to me,
Our paths may have crossed but once,
Yet we were changed forever
From whence we came,
My eyes look to the setting sun,
And a lifetime of memory
Comes back to me,
Our paths may have crossed but once,
Yet we were changed forever
(Bulgaria)
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