Those few nights, those few days
When everything was like this
You were a sculpture. and I am a partisan and I know
that you and I would let each other grow up*
So that we could stay like this*
Not this place, not this time< br/>It's not like that
I hate it when
You count, you think, you look at how many years it has been
Because our whole life is
It's not that long years and
Those few short days
And those few moments from which nothing seems to result

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