Yesterday, remember, you could go.
But yesterday I did it. So, I went.
Don’t cry. We can do nothing. It’s just so.
But just imagine! Never we’ll pretend!
Red ink resembles me about your blood.
I write by them my story of today.
And maybe ones I’ll be forgive even by God.
And I’ll forget about it anyway.
Something will be broken. And something will grow.
And somebody will grieve about something.
About it we’ll nothing never know.
Even if our story will be something.
Yesterday
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