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I draw you with simple lines

exactly like me

exactly like my own world

the worms don't leave the apple

and I, don't eat the worms

we've grew old together

I remember your eyes once were blue

I hope they're still blue

the time has changed everything

the meadow that you've left

now is just a cold, empty mass

all those days and the happiness

all the colours that you'd taught him

he's forgotten all of them

I've became used to this solitude

to a sky

without birds who run after you

you, you