Let me tell you a story, amidst the mountains and the valleys.

The river flew somewhere real down and the snow was mountains’ crown.

But it started in the plains, one crowded corner of a town.

Where we met at work and he said, “I am glad that you came.”

That feeling so new and I won’t lie, because it was you, it was you.

But one day things didn’t remain the same,

Before the little story could start, with one tiny bag, you were ready to depart.

Later we met another time, reaching the falls climbing the pipeline.

Lazy winters and the shinning sun,

Where some days it was chess, other days were the cards,

Counting the pines and hiding in the apple orchards.

That feeling so new and I won’t lie, because it was you, it was you.

White flowers, full moon and the carefree nights,

Escapes, lights and risks all appeared right.

Under the tent was a world so own with bitter truth and sweet lies.

Sometime it was see-saw, other days it was the giant wheel swing ride.

That feeling so new and I won’t lie, because it was you, it was you.

Then came a stranger with her beautiful spark,

Took you away and left me in the gloomy wark.

That gloomy feeling so new and I won’t lie, because it was you, it was you.

Today it has been a year since we first met.

And you reappear to tell, “I am glad you hate me so much.”

But I have neither hatred nor regret.

And trust me it is true,

Because in the entire story, it was just me and no you, no you.

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