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Sheltered safely by the dark,
Through walls of rain and autumn dust, I come to visit our park And guard the pieces of the past. I go around the yellow tree... It didn't change; as good as new. It drops a sunny tear for me The way it used to cry for you. I check the bench: it's all the same. It keeps the vibrance of your life And the inscription of my name Scribbled by your pocket knife. I count the stars. They use to leave Because they never like to wait. They find it easy to believe That love is wrong and I am late. I don't agree. I call them back For you may come that very night To watch the sky, and their lack Will dim the power of the light. They all return to wait with me. My love is strong and stars subdue. So, if you come again, you'll see That everything remembers you.
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