Iff

If I were you, I would have sung a happy song:
Said the boy to the girl.
If I were you, I would have gifted all the white flowers:
She pointed at the ashes and fumes.

If I were you: they echoed and smiled.
The dream would have come true more than ever,
Only if they could cross the river.

“Perhaps there’s something there that wasn’t there before.” — Villeneuve.
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