That was not a cloudy day,
Life pushes passions so far away,
Rain; what is heavy inside hearts,
Hut, by the lake is so dark.
Swear to come to near you,
Imagine how my songs are so blue,
Cry; music of souls beyond bears,
Street, by the lake is no more near.
Whispering a familiar word,
None is responsible for that fault,
Days; notes running to and fro,
Memories, by the lake is never grow old.
(BS)
:)
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