Don t stand at my gate

Don't stand at my gate.
my window is locked.
It's not wheel of (а) fate,
it's circle of (а) clock.
My peace and delight
With years slow-bought gain,
they left me at night.
so nothing remain.

Well, don't say I'm wise.
Still waters run deep.
Please, don't deal in lies -
Oh God, it's so cheap.
It's not wheel of (а) fate,
it's circle of (а) clock.
So I don't feel hate.
please take me in flock.


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