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songs that were never sang
stories that were never told
collecting dust
behind the rack
that is how life goes
how life moves
without right or wrong
who knows where it ends
who knows where the story just come
to an end ,to a restart or at the edge
on the verge of tomorrow
i think of yesterday and past
alas thats how all goes
round and round
beggining and end
again the same all stories
bring us rum and bitter lemon
a spicy one too
the drink will heal
will let us sleep
till the noise of a mind awaken
gets asleep again
that is the nature of one awake
to ask for sleep
so precious tranquility
so pecious stability
in an unstable life.
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