Magic rhyme*
Before your farewell there were
Thousand dreams, and
million words,
Hundred promises, much care,
Wishes we will meet somewhen
There were your precious smiles
Awkward jokes and fault of mine
I said sorry, you were mad
We were happy, jealous, sad
Past defeated, traitors blessed
There was nothing to be chased
Didn't know the million mopes
Could be dead by only a hope
Hope that brings us far away
From the dark world full of bane
To the dream we used to breathe
Through the ocean's midnight breeze
Sewing our magic time
With a miracles of rhyme
So that after you would go
I get all I had before
Your farewell.
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