Forgotten it will be,
white snow you washed off me.
A bush a tree, there once I felt,
my love no longer seen.
And as it was before we came,
forever lies ahead.
You have written I have read,
it's not the same again.
And when no one any longer think's to ask,
I have read what you've written to me.
Knowing time won't stop and wait for us,
Our memories fade away.
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