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One day you will remember, and it will be too late,
all those times I searched for your eyes,
with words woven of sincere longing,
begging in the wind for you to hear my voice.
You will remember how many times the echo I cried out,
when distance built an abyss,
and your cold gaze, like a shadow on the ground,
faded the warmth my soul gave you.
One day you will remember, when it all fades away,
the days of meetings, the laughter, the flames.
Perhaps then, in a corner of your soul,
You'll understand what it hurts when you're not loved.