It is as it used to be

I knew that you were there,
Seeing me cry out of misery.
I knew that you were crying,
Because I was crying.

Not long ago you were my friend,
When 11 autumns had passed.
When the 12th came you were gone,
Like a bird that was seeking for warmth.

I could only remember you,
As the 11th autumn girl.
I was happy and laughed,
Because I got to know you.

Now I can remember you,
As my friend and as a girl,
From the 11th autumn.

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