It's time of calm sunrise outside,
Now only one thing's pretty clear:
Your alcoholic nights with weed's light
Have everything except me, dear.
If I asked much with not to call a halt
Well, could you give some warm and understanding, please?
But for the first you caught a cold
And for the second got a prefix 'mis'.
You told - it's time - the only matter,
I told - I'd understand it all.
It started getting only worse, not better
When our time suffused with silent wall
Now only silence
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