88 - GJ - SZ and gone
Lift the box, six people on each side
Carry though the hall
Watch it, don’t let it fall
Down…
In a car, chasing in the afternoon
We were there too soon
Too soon
As we enjoyed the silence
Never spoke a word on this hour
We let it slip
But not a sinking ship
And flashbacks suddenly seems so close to me
I felt sorry, for the times I wasn’t there
On the right place
And now I miss your face
Walking on the hills
Walking in a row
Tears kept falling near the steady ground
This last year, passing by so quickly
Let the flowers grow
Let them speak for you
I will visit you
This car…this number…these letters…
She wrote a poem for you
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