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Dec 2015
When the day comes
I'll put out my pipe
and watch the sun go by, all the same.

Yes, the thing with dreams is
you never know when or where.
The good news is, neither do they.

The day comes to never return again.
The sun that shines will be the same tomorrow -
but all else & the world belongs to you.
Written by
prompty  27/Cisgender Male/Portugal
(27/Cisgender Male/Portugal)   
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