The Past Sunday
Had been passedDaren't rain this brave againWhenever murmur at tip of mouthJust disappear of the moonWhenever see with troubleJust surround tearOnly a honesty fable.For sadness again and againAt the endTo old road like classicGot poisonDaren't take this ignore againFall down little by littleTo the rain drop of OctoberBelieving in mindDidn't wanna hateDaren't say as defectOnly partly missIn the past SundayLeft me..............
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