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The day was endless
and as it was getting dark in a corner,
with a cigarette of father
we were playing men secretly.
Now the day scares you
around a pile of cigarette butts
And there is no more return
you are getting old and it is getting dark.
And there is no more return
you are getting old and it is getting dark.
Laughter of children out of the house
Stones in the apron’s pocket
But it was enough a dead sparrow
to make you be hurt
Now the day scares you
around a pile of cigarette butts
And there is no more return
you are getting old and it is getting dark.
And there is no more return
you are getting old and it is getting dark.