I am not perfectly released from my memories.
Do you, my dear?
Sometimes, when you are sleepy,
You call me your eternaty and
You say this is the way we feel.
Another day,
All the rejections and regret.
I imagine us sitting closely and laughing.
We are pure and innocent.
I look at you,
I look after you.
My love, do you understand how I belong to you?

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