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I'm still there
💜
I walk in the alley of my memories 
I sit behind the window of the old house 
And I look at the light of a small lamp that still warms my heart, the wind takes my hair to the sky to caress the branches of old trees.
This work is a poem to remember the past sweet and warm moments that each of us experiences in life.

I'm still there
💜
I walk in the alley of my memories 
I sit behind the window of the old house 
And I look at the light of a small lamp that still warms my heart, the wind takes my hair to the sky to caress the branches of old trees.
This work is a poem to remember the past sweet and warm moments that each of us experiences in life.

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