We don`t know how to say good-bye We wander on, shoulder by shoulder. Already the sun is going down. You`re moody, I am your shadow. Let`s step inside a church and watch baptisms, marriages, masses for the dead. Why are we different from the rest? Outdoors again, each of us turns his head. Or else, let`s sit in the graveyard On the trampled snow, sighing to each other. That stick in your hand is tracing mansions In which we shall always be together.SourceThe script ran 0.002 seconds.
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