Being late Just for a couple of days
Waiting for the day after tomorrow
Makes we think always in the same ways
I feel happy, but sometimes this sorrow
In our minds it appears only bad things
We blame the ones we most love in vain
Forgetting how perfect are this evenings
Wanting and shouting that you want to give in
When again we come back to our senses
We look back to that days and then laugh
So many stupid things that we thought!
But there is no problem with this at all
I love you so much, and I always will
I forget all this troubles when you call names
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