
This time I will catch it.
It always escapes me, slithering out of my grip, always prepared for my snares.
It comes all of a sudden, like a shooting star, and evades me again.
Damn the memory!
This time I will catch it.
It always escapes me, slithering out of my grip, always prepared for my snares.
It comes all of a sudden, like a shooting star, and evades me again.
Damn the memory!
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