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I will always look back;

To the traces of our track;

To where I first saw you;

Wearing the scarf so blue;

I will always taste;

Our fate’s little plays;

How it paints you green;

Just so you’ll never win;

I will always think;

That I should never drink;

What life has to offer;

For 'Us' it never cares.

I will always remember;

That one painful summer;

When you looked at me last;

As you stepped down the bus.

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