When there are no poems left to write
when we have no more songs left to sing
or books to read
What would even be so important?
Would I forget how you smile?
no.
I wouldn’t.
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When there are no poems left to write
when we have no more songs left to sing
or books to read
What would even be so important?
Would I forget how you smile?
no.
I wouldn’t.
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