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Look back,
Look back to the days which are now covered beneath the snow…
Remember,
Remember the times which we spent lazing on the thick summer grass, wishing upon the stars.
Does it come back to you, the promise that we made?
Do you feel it, the bond that we had?
Have you forgotten the words that were your own?
Let me remind you,
"We will always be friends"

A Nightingale’s
Promise