The last time I saw you,
was so far away.
Surrounding when the threes were gray,
I exactly donīt know when.
You used to be round here,
you used to be with us,
hanging out in every night,
ever being in touch.
But suddenly you desapear,
suddenly we disagree,
not a call, never come,
not a sing of you.
What happened?
What happened to you?
What makes you get so far from here?
Now the flowers are growing up and from the nothimg you came back,
but Iīm not too sure if that is really you.
Appear with new and strange things with that we desagree,
talk to us strangelly,
Itīs you? I canīt believe!
But suddenly you reapeard and I thought it was a dream,
when you didnīt come to my home,
it just doesnīt care.
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