Friendly faces come and go

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Friendly faces come and go,

They rose from the ground as if it were meant for me.

I can recall how a certain conversation was lost

under the creeping snowline.

I almost died during winter,

almost, unfortunately.

Do you remember staring at the stars?

and how it was flickering brightly?

I’ll see you again my friend,

from the skies above you.

 

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