At the end of the day

There is something that feels empty
when the ceiling is aging
something that feels different
when the rain showers suspended between mega

Alone and lonely, I wanted to run
discover the dream that never pulled
or should I just stand here
spell temple rainbow moribund

At the end of the day ...
When dusk passed and gone
When this heart stops singing
I want you back
Here, once again ... !!!!

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