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Memories..?
Thirty years have passed, brain full of thoughts.
Good and bad, no matters why?
Time chased by thoughts. I wonder how it happens.
Tried to forget past and tried to conquer future.
Let memories be sweet and bitter.
Easy to hold with two little hands, like a fullmoon in hands of ocean.
I wished to blow my thoughts with little breez.
I wished to hear my sounds in thunder.
I waited for clouds to tell story of mine.
Story of Love that dissappear like rain drops.
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