there are so many things ... maybe too many or too few ...
are the coins for the toll
and who prepares you
once again there are tears to the tears of tenderness
unexpected
is the shame of joy
are the words of old rhetoric as empty shells
rotten you can not crush
are the words that you write for business and
duty and do not know to what extent you believe
there are those who have to line up
and take a deep breath
hoping to utter them without falter
there are unresolved questions
and there is never time to answer or perhaps the courage
there are still many pounds to throw down
and compliments that make you smile but not for complacency
you know the Indeed, it is that others do not see it?
and then someone is always missing and not blame the bad luck
there must be something wrong if you always miss someone
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