Some people can't count our age. Time took them away from our lives, communication stopped, the road splits, but somewhere remained an invisible string. To me is a man, a friend. We went together from 1982 to 1984 at Dhaka Revolution model. We're young. The eyes of the world were simple and future, and I meant friendship.
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Some people can't count our age. Time took them away from our lives, communication stopped, the road splits, but somewhere remained an invisible string. To me is a man, a friend. We went together from 1982 to 1984 at Dhaka Revolution model. We're young. The eyes of the world were simple and future, and I meant friendship.