They´re not few
so many things
are things I can't do
I can´t say goodbye
or fly kites
nor walk out loud
I can't behave
with kids or cats
How did the make maps?
I can't stop
dreaming oceans
once I thought I could
But it all seems
much easier
than forgetting you
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