weird divide - the shins

Te rog, așteaptă...

several days a month you made
the mile to my house,
and had me do a stroll with you.

far below a furry moon
our purposes crossed
the weird divide
between our kinds

the silver leaves of ailing trees
took flights as we p-ssed so long ago
but a short time i know.

it pleases me this memory
has swollen up with age.
even time can do
good things to you.

- versuri the shins

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