Daylight comes i see the sun
another day for everyone
Happy days and cheerful years
crudeness, harshness and some yeers
Hatred, love, dishonor take your pick
all these people make me sick
Looking into lovers eyes
something that i can dispize
That is what i hate
for love i have no fate
Foul words are spoken
and im lef so broken
Love has left me
now im free
Thake away the 'ly' ness
and soon you'll see the word i miss! ! ! !
1998
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