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See You Later
See you later, see you later, my buddy.
With you in me and still in you, I'm going in two
any distance between us, turned into nothing,
just marks a new meeting for later.
Just long without gesture, a bit at random.. Don't say luck
Don't say goodbye that wrinkles the most compassionate gaze
if, under the sun, nothing older and vile than death,
who saw, in life, novelty in being alive?
