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“It is five o'clock”
The evening-glow tells me
A treasure of our memories
It's become empty somehow
You held out a small hand
Smiling like to you it was so natural
It may have no meaning
But it is something I cannnot do
You touched my hand without thinking
But it was nice for me
All the time we believed
That the world was in our hands
I can believe
I can believe when I'm holding your warm hand
Your warm hand
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