Eleven ways

julia-crampel

All these tremendous memories
Soft silk wind shelter
And more
Eleven ways to fall in love
Jigsaw on my mind
A standing shadow
Lost in time that runs
Runs
Runs
And again
Eleven ways, not a penny less
And yet, none remembered
Clearly
Oh that band down the hill
Finds it hard to climb it up
For thee
I lost
Eleven ways and yet none.

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