Longing
Long, long, long Oh how i long for
that day.
The day when we wake up to the
cry of a crow like there is no growth.
The day when we jump about round about
like there is nothing to think about.
The day when off-springs spring out not
with a cry but a smile.
When sickness will drown down the drain
and death will be dead.
Oh, how long will
you this day take!!!
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