I walk through the city and leave the view through the crowd flitting, maybe you're somewhere out here. Since you're gone, I wait, as I have time to wait for Remi, full of longing and sorrow, and every time I think, a sign of having noticed a breath, My heart races. I miss you. In spite of everything.
... As if you've broken up. So suddenly. I told you often accused you were so little for me, for me, around me. But you were always there. You came to me. You had it all, Lani, Lena, but you came to me. No idea why. What a big help, I was never for someone, but you always have the stars shine brighter by you were just there. You knocked on my window, and the night could be done suddenly warmer, have you lit your cigarette, turned off the switch of the superfluous. You were just there. And I have something better to feel useful. Something safer. Summer.
I walk through life and look for a sign of life. It seems to me you never get back. And when I listen through the window into the night air, I'm just waiting for you to stand outside my window. I play your song, and try to make it better. I'm afraid. That you never again appear and disappear. Perhaps it feels as if one dies, but if so, I would bemoan thee forever, do not believe it, I would expect you always. Your coffee would always be there, I'll stay there forever. To listen again, you're still here. That you're not.
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