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MEMORY OF OUR LOVE I was in a dream last night I remember those feelings I was sitting on an old bench You were passing through me You were moving slowly I was looking at you with longing You had no idea You were walking in front of your head You were walking away every step of the way You were leaving me Actually you never came I thought it was you I saw you change The neck is streched out of the beard The only thing that ever changes And the dimples that cause me to get drunk That’s why I can’t go I can’t forget your smile When your name is over, my mind I can’t take it from you Zeynep Dursun,TÜRKİYE