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A day away

A pack a day, I hope way.

A stop sign a quarter of a mile away.

But still the rain doesn't come today.

So I can pray for her way here.

But that day will never come.

For a broken man is only shattered away.

For the day he lost her will always remain.

◄ Karma

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