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A Letter from the Sky
If somehow all your plaintive pleas
don’t reach my ears tomorrow,
if all sweet dreams you dreamt of me
take shape of grief and sorrow.
If somehow all get crush on you
and they get on their knees,
and you find all pleasures, false or...
don’t reach my ears tomorrow,
if all sweet dreams you dreamt of me
take shape of grief and sorrow.
If somehow all get crush on you
and they get on their knees,
and you find all pleasures, false or...
