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By the tavern
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I have a lonely heart,
My soul is also lonely.
They cannot stay apart,
Night streets they are patrolling.
They go hand in hand,
Frustrated, never happy.
They hope, it comes to end,
Some good things will then happen.
It’s getting dark and cold,
Right outside the tavern.
I hope, till I’m old,
Good things to me will happen.
August 30, 2021
© By Igor Packer
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