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If you ask what could be worse than leaving, I would say returning. You know, you've seen enough on your own... You say it's time to go home. To find everything as you left it.
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flowing on rails
Sitting in deserted carriages
I saw the present in the glass,
The past was going away in scars.
And your face
took on the color of a past summer,
You gently let it slip away
just like a dress.