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[andrey_pusher]

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Leaves are falling fast,
Sun-kissed skin is fading at last. 
The memories of you,
A fragile seed in bloom.

The room we shared our dreams,
We'll carve our breath on to heated sheets,
As winters frozen frames,
Bleed into our childlike ways.

This time we both let go
To live like we did, we were too young to know.
The wine we sipped was dry,
Sweet taste of the last goodbye.

The room we shared our dreams,
We'll carve our breath on heated sheets,
The memories of you,
A fragile seed... in bloom