Alin Coen
Hold
I want it glued to my fingers
I hold in my hands
What I am trying to keep
But I cannot avoid To see it slipping through
I see it slipping through
But I hold what I hold
This tree has grown older
And I can't reach the highest branch
I see you moved over
But I can't get to the place on your side
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