bits, remains on the mirror,
Brocken, from the last wreck,
her ship dock, the iceberg
I laid my emotions within.

this picture I'm burning,
to forget I remember her every morning, when the sun comes out, I miss the moon, how the stars, never pride her affection

inside this memory, is a story,
written, to remind arisen, bypassers with missions, once to the boldbsckground, in love
I shared my story.
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