Things will be different when you get back.
Not worse, nore better.
Just, different, you know.
May be we get afraid.
May be we get alone.
May be we get together.
May be we get oposite ways.
May be we get a house.
May be we get a dog.
May be we get the flu.
Amor, eu sinto a sua falta.
E a falta é a morte da esperança.
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