Thursday, November 22, 2018

Lullaby

When there won't be a me and you anymore
And autumn won't shed a leaf for winter's bone
When the night sky won't indulge in affairs long
And the whistle won't blow in directions unknown,
When our time will no longer be a smooth function
And you will need to leave on a vacation
To your own world, far, far and beyond
I will be a lullaby for you to sing along.





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