Memory
With the falling of autumn leaves in make believe shrouds we set foot upon a hill
And without a sound we said so many things, preparing for the kill
"We are not alone"
Only bits and pieces of long ago come back to me, it doesn't make things clear at all.
I just wish we could do it again, maybe if we wait just a little longer...
Raziel, man, 37 jaar
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