Time has no cure for a wounded heart.
It has a balm for vanity.
From him thoughts become clearer,
and we call it, later: Memories.
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Melem za sujetu (Tebi)
Vrijeme nema lijek za ranjeno srce.
Ono ima melem za sujetu.
Od njega misli postaju bistrije,
i mi to, kasnije, nazivamo: Uspomene.
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