We don't know how to say goodbye.
We wander all over, shoulder to shoulder.
It is already starting to get dark.
You're thoughtful, and I remain quiet.
Let's go inside a church, and watch
A baptism, a wedding, a funeral.
Why can't we live like that?
Let's leave, not looking at each other.
Or, let us sit in the cemetery.
Quiet in the trampled snow.
And watch you trace with a stick,
Places where we will always be together.
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