Feb 2010
I lost my memory of your face.
First the hands of time grabbed it,
Then distance stretched it out.
I thought I found it yesterday,
No..it's gone , without a doubt.
First the hands of time grabbed it,
Then distance stretched it out.
I thought I found it yesterday,
No..it's gone , without a doubt.
(47/F)
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