You feel to me like one who would not forget
Not forget me, not forget the little store up north
Not forget what I sent you
I forgot that for years
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You feel to me like one who would not forget
Not forget me, not forget the little store up north
Not forget what I sent you
I forgot that for years
…
Small round white escape
Summons temporary death
Bringing short relief
Waiting for closed eyes
I wonder who the deep black
Will bring me tonight