(Nits)
So many years
And the river flows down
So many
It is hard to count them
And so many years
I am standing there
On this stone bridge
Now
Like sand flows
Through my fingers
The water flows under me
So forgotten in the city smoke
So many years
I've tried to find a photograph
Taken somewhere here
It's a sad day
Sand through my fingers
Time
Same old river
Now
You
Smile
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