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When I remember our time, I’m sad. And under the hot sun I melt, just like back then. And once again I fly into your arms! This evening was full of carelessness. I was happy to live among simple things. As if in endless weightlessness. I felt so different. Always an incredible woman, always happy. Among people. Among thousands of people in the crowd! You held my hand so touchingly. In the midst of the noise and the noise of many sounds. You were afraid to lose me and not to find me later… And again I cuddled up to you, silly. Even though you are far away now… In my heart, your smile, dear one, has remained. It’s the melody of love, in the tavern by the pier. And with the evening, coastal breeze. The song sounded in which thoughts of happiness with you. I like to remember our time…