A Broken Morn, My Broken Heart….
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| Sylvia Frances Chan |
springtime morn now every day
but I forgot what I wanna say
is it the eat with you or?
you call me off, you don’t cause your son’s fever
I noticed your son’s fever is ever since
you apologized once again
meet me on Friday then
sorry Friday my son shall come
we cannot eat with four
that shall ask for more
I just wanna eat with our two
incredible me, the dutch then say “hoe? ”
just call me again when your son’s recovery
now the morn is no springtime anymore
broken together with my heart….
but I forgot what I wanna say
is it the eat with you or?
you call me off, you don’t cause your son’s fever
I noticed your son’s fever is ever since
you apologized once again
meet me on Friday then
sorry Friday my son shall come
we cannot eat with four
that shall ask for more
I just wanna eat with our two
incredible me, the dutch then say “hoe? ”
just call me again when your son’s recovery
now the morn is no springtime anymore
broken together with my heart….
