Eight and the Memories
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Your sleepy face
And short hair
Pale and without an owner
Beautiful dark eyes
That smoke
From cheap Eight
Made me laugh
In this boring world
But like hope
I also lost you
No ring
To you, I promised
Time passed
I forgot you
Everything suddenly changed
Thanks to the Eight I lit




