Iordani, don't even think about it:
you can't bring the old times back;
now, that you roam the streets on your own,
a stranger in your own town.
The two of us having been friends for 23 years,
since our sophomore year in high school.
How can you forget our teacher Mr. Apostolidis
who opened up Paradise in our minds?
Now, in our forties, with gray hair,
we roam the back-alleys of Thomas.
Our best friends have gone abroad,
and we're left alone, guardians of our memories.
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