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That day will come, and I shall read
these lines to you, my friend in sorrow.
I want you now as soon to meet,
as never comes so fast tomorrow.
Tomorrow day has always brakes.
It’s got the sense of over speeding.
It all today so sad me makes.
I love you so. No jokes. No kidding.
Whatever do you now, I know,
You wait for me at cozy kitchen.
I’m sick and tired of this life show.
I know some day, I sure meet you.
That day will be the last of pain.
The load of love I‘ll take off gladly.
These lines to you will read the rain.
I’ll under rain be weeping sadly...
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That day will come, and I shall read...
© Copyright: Андрей Чекмарев, 2018
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