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We had our beautiful fairy tale
But it is becoming grey and pale
Its magic is going to unveil
And what is left is just a trail
Now, I know your story
Its beginning, its end, its history
So I can only say: `Sorry`
We must face our memento mori
However, I have plenty of time
And a path which is mine, only mine
It is very precious and sublime
Because I can sing, I can breathe, I can rhyme!
Copyright © Vesna Kovrlija | Year Posted 2013
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