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Intro. Every time it rained, I returned to that same place with white lilies. Because in some corner of your soul, I hoped that a drop of rain, a scent or a word would awaken the sleeping memory of the love that once saved you. Sometimes, when I saw you smile out of habit, I thought I heard your voice again: —Don't spend so much, fool... just that you love me, that's enough for me. And he responded in whispers, under the rain: —Then let me love you, even if you no longer remember who I am....

Leonard Vasiliev (Bl-Alpha-Top)

@★ Aaron