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Tomorrow
Posted On: 12/07/2007 11:01:29
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This paper is still plain
Nothing to pour , all left is pain
The lines left are not red
But it is written with my blood
Still my hand refuse to write
As if, to do this i dont have any right
My unconsious mind still praying
But he knows nothing is left, than crying
Tommorow is the day
All my debts will get repay
i wish i could forsee
What is the reply of thee
Let the time come
Singing his rhyme
i will wait
Till tomorrow to see my fate
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