The swiftness of love.
The forgetfullness of people.
The one I love.
The one who no longer remebers.
Four days will pass.
Four days to forget.
Four days to find someone.
Four days I have to regret.
When I come back.
When I am there.
When I talk to you.
When I will be with you.
Will you remeber my name?
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