Every morning I wonder,
'Will this be the day, '
'When all my dreams will come true, '
'And I will find my way? '
But sadly, it never is,
That day my dreams come true,
As I think why it turned out this way,
I was such a fool,
Now I know I have to wait,
That day will come in time,
With it will be my love
And happiness sublime.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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