I wonder where you have been hiding.
I have longed with a heavy heart to hear a story fall from your mouth.
You cannot help but acknowledge that too much time has passed.
Let our eyelids grow heavy with the lamentation of days gone by, dear friend.
Now is the time of rebirth, my love...but the days move slowly and they grow dark.
I will wait for you on the jersey border.
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