Go on!

In a few months I will have to say goodbye.
In a few months this will all be gone.
I will forget what it felt like.
I will forget the cold, the pain.
I will forget the great times, the fun.
Though it may be worth to go back.
I cannot avoid to feel it.
The moon stares at me, the buildings insist to do the same.
I don't know yet if I'll miss it as much as he says he does.
I don't know if it will feel as weird as the last time.
Though I've got no other option so far,
Though i've got no other one so far,
There is nothing left but to try,
There is nothing left but to hide...
Time is known to help us all,
The time will come I'll have to try.
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