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Let it rain to close the roads
and you come through the window, as a shadow
stop right there, don't speak
words can be forgotten, you'll see

maybe you left, maybe you left
you've always been elsewhere, but now you've slipped out
maybe you left, maybe you forgot
i left signs/marks on the road, but you had lost them

paper moons i hang upon the sky
and you burnt them, and you burnt them

let it blow to erase the traces
which remind me of you strongly, many years after
drawers closed, which i have opened
i can feel you, even though you're far away!