Soon, All the Tingling butterflies, Sparkling eyes, Warm laughters, Impulsive trips, Random places, Little surprises, Soon be gone, As the words that's fading, And washed away, From your mind, Slowly, Leaving me, Slowly, Not surely, Rather unsure, Fading, Not sure, Of the feeling, You don't say, No more, Or this feeling, You aren't able, To read, And fail, To even understand, ... .. .
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