The chill in the air, tells me,
The snail, I will always be
What is, and could be will never stop to haunt me.
Like a sailors taedium 'cause of ocean
A grown ups nostalgia for innocence.
My life will always be a void without you
Though my mind wants you to grow.
To set on happiness all alone
My heart it weeps at the thought of forlorn...
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