I know,
I know
You were not
An illusion,
Not a mirage
It's just that
Like an old
Newspaper
I discolor,
Yes, yes
I'm old
We've been there
Tell me again
Who are you
And what are you
All about
Because I'm afraid
The you who fades
Is not the you
So far away.
Come West, love.
Come to the West.
There's love here.
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