We met, it seems, such a short time ago. You looked at me - needing me so.
Yet from your sadness our happiness grew and I found out I needed you too.
I remember how we used to play. I recall those rainy days.
The fire’s glow that kept us warm. And now I find - we’re both alone.
Goodbye may seem forever. Farewell is like the end.
But in my heart is a memory and there you’ll always be.★ The Fox and the Hound (1981)
the biggest, thickest ever sky
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