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There is somebody leaving in almost all my stories... and
there is always somebody who's left behind... Either the one who looks, their eyes in
tears, along the way the other has gone, or the one who will forget and never miss the one
getting lost in the mist to never return... But there is almost always somebody leaving...
Maybe because I have always been the one who had to leave, or because none of those whose
lives I passed through has ever asked me to stay. Only the sea will remain always there...
only the sea... always the sea... The Lonely Shell |