Life Moving
The day she left,
Felt was looted, as if, it was a theft
With morning glory came another flower,
And in a moment my world was not so far
After every day, the night is to follow,
And once again it was time to feel hollow
My world was again gloomy as hell,
It was a pit, a well in which I again fell
Once again, I’m waiting for the morning glory,
Never say never it's not the end of the story
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