how much time left?
...
i came here to search for you
they said your name was written everywhere
that your name was on the streets
that i would find you here.
can i hold your hand?
how much time left?
chasing rabbits
arriving late,
risking everything, never blinking
because, in the end
it's only a want matter.
and now i know what i want,
i ask you,
how much time left?
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