It's not just an image in my mind. It's something I feel. Something I've lived... and still. However it comes, dunno how come it hurts. It's a feeling... something 'bout personality, something 'bout identity. 'bout everything we've passed through and we haven't done. Every place where we've been before without even get noticed. Every song we've heard before... Every song we've sung before.
Sadly, we won't be able to sing them again.
Sadly, we won't be able to sing them again.
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