Some time before I had a weak will...
Some time before I didn't want a will to live...
Some time before we always did big faults...
We returned to our folds...
The time is the result of our fancy.
We know little 'bout it.
Flyes away to the place meant...
The time... the eternity... the infinity and affection towards you...
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