saint

softened the temperature

among the good times and

in your ways do not change anymore

none of our good old times make a

tiny effect in the corridor of

all of the surprises and stupid things said

more of the happy timing that transformed

Under the keeping safe testaments

energies that crank on down when

reaching on the way we went overboard

Temperatures mattered so much

ending the unforgettable day

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