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Today I saw a guy walking by.
He looked like a copy of You, in fact he behaved in Your way too.
I watched him curiously, while my heart beated furiously, could it be...?
From head to toe, I couldn´t tell if he was Your cousin or bigbro’.
I wanted to ask him if he knew your name, but my mind told me:
"don’t fool yourself into that stupid game!"
His voice rang me a bell, it was as if he had Your soul but another shell.
I fell thourgh a blackhole into the time before, when I loved You more.
How could two pieces as one - be seperated like we never had any fun?
How could one-man-warm be cold like limestone?
The colour of the soul changes while the old pieces in itself dies,
and if both don’t obtain the flame - it can’t be forced to maintain.
Baby, he looked just like you, and the truth? He was nicer too...