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The Lonely Day


Dark and no where to go
Alone and cold as death
Forecasting on my glow
Running out of breath
Tired of the melancholy
Of dying and reincarting
Bleak skies of lonley
Do cast judgmienting
Upon my soul of a yellow flower
Lives alone with heart of power
Yet If it was only that easy
To leave and Never feel sleezy
The sunshined flower felt astray
And slowly came to slay
All of the hearted memories
Of a close and up ending decay
It can be great a love to turn to gray
But yet it fell to a cold breeze
Losing oneself and feeling
All the warm feelings couldn't stay
Left and unyeyled me
And made pray of a better day
Yet may will come and save me
Of a nightmare of the 8th may

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