The old times, when we used to talk
—here the sun is shining, and there the sun sets fully.
I miss the chance to talk to you,
But I'm too sad to be inlove again.
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Poetry"My heart is like an autumn leaf. Fragile and easy to fall.."
Bring It Back
The old times, when we used to talk
—here the sun is shining, and there the sun sets fully.
I miss the chance to talk to you,
But I'm too sad to be inlove again.
