I would like to write a song for you
But is very late
Today from the sky had fallen star new
Broke like a plate
You know, it was my madder happiness
That alas died out
I've always liked in you your shrewdness
Let's arrange a rout?
And where in the world this fucking justice?
Not so easy is given
And under my feet the damn cornice
We very quickly risen
And I didn't say hundreds of words
And you have become one of herds
Your tears wash away the bitter memories
And I will save else for other stories
26/01/2012
Late song
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