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And our memories are but broken whispers now,

Floating away like a wandering cloud over the bright sunlight,

And it doesn't matter where it drifts to,

Just like you,

And I,

It'll pass the sun again and will re-live what was once the present,

You were the one for me.

You will be again.

Until then I'll remember to hold your hand as I fall asleep.