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My dear friend, thank you a lot
I wanna put on things the dot
You asked for rhyme, it's my reward
The night collecting the right words.
I feel you are that kind of man
Who'll make me better than I am
I know that statement's rather bold
Forgive my daring as you told
The point's that I am so mistrustful,
Can't trust the lie, the truth,- disaster.
It's rather hard to keep the verse
To tell you what the problem was
And now I feel rather confused,
Don't take offence but my excuse.
I dare to say that I won't die
If ask you sending turn reply.
15.11.08