I have left that pathway,
Where your footprints used to be.
When the ducks in the pond used to swim,
When your scarf used to blow,
When the river used to flow,
I have left that pathway!
My heart is a piece of sadness,
Its scorn as a stone,
Its dark like a well,
Its a closed tunnel,
One small moment
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