Those were the good days,
it was constantly fall and I was young.
Walking in the garden with you, in the rain,
with your heavy accent.
I was taller, I wore blazers, I was in love.
Mistrust was picked up by a breeze in an instant,
and carried away.
The piano softly played, the scent of mulberry candles
My home was comfortable and dark.
But there was a spark, a spark in my spirit,
and in my heart, that lit up my life, from the inside.
Even in hours of sadness, I had this light.
After years of fading, it is back again,
slowly coming in, like a star whose light takes
thousands of years to get here.
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