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When Evening Comes

Let us pretend that we are still alive Who cares anyway, if I would walk Down to the shore, along the shady drive To watch the sunset, hear the seagulls croak Why I was born a human, dear angel? It is the only question I repeat When evening comes, I cannot be this stranger A stranger to the waters you can lit.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2024




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