When I walk in your street
Still after
Several years later,
My heart skips a beat.
When I pass your building,
My head turns to that
wooden window,
Out of habit.
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Nostalgia
When I walk in your street
Still after
Several years later,
My heart skips a beat.
When I pass your building,
My head turns to that
wooden window,
Out of habit.
