My last poem for you
Now I surrender
Coz fate said there'll be never
Though this mind tried to be clever
But still, this heart is as stubborn as ever
Dared to be fate's contender
Until it declared it's finally over
So I have to drop my weapons and be sober
And wait until spring surpasses this winter .
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