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The Morning I Fancy Regret

Morning comes to start the day, and talk begins of how long you'll stay, you say you haven't much to do, I think you haven't much a clue, I don't often regret but I simply cannot fight, the notion that I should've left during the night.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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