Along the same roads with bronze leaves
We walked with distance in between,
Someday something changed you all along
I could just see roughness getting long,
The roses are blooming like ever
But there is no one to make me smile by its favour,
If could have stopped you somehow
It would have been a desparate love,
Waiting still alone on path for you O my never met soulmate,
And all of above were just excuses of imagining you now.
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