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You know, that narrow path uphill...
Felt oh so far away.
I’m sure you’d say there’s not much difference,
But who knows once we become adults…

Knowing that we will probably never meet again,
I’m searching for a lifetime’s worth of words.
It’s so strange-
I didn’t think my vocabulary, Was really this lacking…

By tomorrow, everyone will be gone… and the morning will come,
When we learn of a trembling quite different than that of loneliness;
On a simply precious day of parting.
But don’t look back – we’ve gotta go!

Even if we can’t say, “See you again someday…”
I still remember that secret password,
And the pure red sunsets that only exist after school.
Saying goodbye doesn’t quite fit us,

Even if our fate remains derailed far into the future.
We’ve managed to share this time together, at least in the beginning,
So even if everything were to disappear…
that one bond will never come undone...
Hopefully...