A promise...
In your gloomiest hours,
When you're fed up and blue.
Think of me !
I am always there for you.
A mere mortal me!
Can't do anything with your fate.
Tell me the happenings before it's too late
Though I know,
That I can't seize the pain
In your driest hours I can be the rain
The End
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A promise..., which
was posted on May 14, 2011 by
faucer.
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Dreams of Literature
Shameless Self Promotion
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