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It's blurred. The past, is what it is. Some days are imprinted, It's blurred. The past, is what it is. Some days are imprinted,

He could feel his sensations failing him. He could feel his sensations failing him.

By the roadside, trailers of thoughts cross by my side. By the roadside, trailers of thoughts cross by my side.

The first time we shared a moment of love, he hugged me tight... The first time we shared a moment of love, he hugged me tight...

There is always something magical in all the firsts... There is always something magical in all the firsts...