May 2019
Worn-out photos lay
Scattered and without substance
Nagging memories
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A half-hour till dawn
My wounded heart still bleeding
Stale remorse and tears
Scattered and without substance
Nagging memories
----
A half-hour till dawn
My wounded heart still bleeding
Stale remorse and tears
"This is a grief, and I must bear it."
Miss the old man.
Miss the old man.
