Your place lies at the end of this way,
This way turning around that fort,
Running along these fields,
As I chase your treads,
My heart runs out of breath,
My sprint will end only where,
Your past will show up,
A little girl who seldom speaks,
Sticking her back to the wall,
Darling! You are what I see now,
Loving only those whom you love,
Quietly and calmly....
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