Hard to realise
That your'e gone..gone..
Like the summerwind that has blown..blown..
Like my tear rolling down my cheek, you wont leave..
'Cause your presence will never fade, like the march of your parade...
My love for you is constantly soaring, like the open wound for my belonging..
Baby, you are gone but never forgotten..
-Evelina Taavola
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