17~17

Seventeen, My Seventeen

How I Miss My Lover

 

He said to me

That he must go

Where his ashes are

I do not know

 

Seventeen, My Seventeen

How I Want My Lover

 

He said he did not want to leave

I knew not then

How deep I’d grieve

 

Seventeen, My Seventeen

How I Need My Lover

 

I look for you

But you aren’t there

I turn around

You’re everywhere

 

Seventeen, My Seven Teen

We met when we were 17

 

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