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It’s funny how you find

sad songs more comfortable,

Any kind of heartbreaks

Don’t bother you now, at all.

Passenger is your new favorite.

You hear them most often.

Now you know “love comes slow and they go so fast”

Can you call that a pain?

For many scratches combine,

A long no talk and a glass of wine.

Maybe this is what your life in your mind now,

Alone and unexpectedly divine.

Will you call back then?

Find your way back to rain?

Or will you just walk away?

To become a butterfly in a deserted ray?