The day after and the day after
Reminds me of our last moment,
As a far journey to sojourn our cries,
Of all put us in a cold spot with no blanket
To seal a course, of our last plan.
The forever dew, due in no time to settle,
Our sweet talks of memories,
Still remains an hour drive to reach
A destination of our destinies
Spoke in a mumble, humble lion heart
Lies our heart to plan it well, and enjoy well.
Our walls shakes with crumbles of fear,
Of how it will go, the last plan
To settle as husband and wife.
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