I remember you watching through the window
face at the cold air
the snow falling mute and cold from the sky
I remember you playing outside
in the white air
the door closing slow on the cold stairs
open your door and I'll tell you
the story of a life flowing away
staring at the window
face in the cold air
I crossed the time, one last time
don't go away, I'm fine..
we had so many things to say
why did you cannot stay?
I knew it has to be so
where the hell did you go?
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