Sometimes, if I turn and look back
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to where your unchanging smile was,
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both on the day when I stood still after walking to exhaustion
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and on the day of that small delight,
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when you taught me a love
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that couldn't be carried in my two hands alone...
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Ah, still that warmly, so tenderly
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keeps on blowing through
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with the same kind of radiance it had on that day.
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The depth of guilt of that which betrays,
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the strength of belief in each other,
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the countless noons and nights--
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I take these things into my heart before I go.
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On the road of meetings and partings,
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while we're being hurt, we keep on walking, don't we?
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Ah, now that warmly, so tenderly
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keeps gazing at the lonely sky
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still with the same radiance it had on that day;
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at the everlasting memory of you.
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