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You taste so bitter, you look so sad, you taste so bitter and so sweet,

Resting upon the ground, looking to the sky, we don’t notice any time pass

The only time in our lives in which we’re free to think and to create

Painting an image of idyllic youth

Now it’s about coping with it, averting it, drowning it

Time seems like a substance

same as light, same as water

The symbol of a generation, flattened to a souvenir

basking in the warm glow of the past,

so grand, and so shiny, and yet… so lonely