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Shall we close up for now.
Shall we spend all we have
for each other and be miserable,
shall we enjoy a last dance to known
rythms awaiting the final trumpet call...
Are we there yet, the suspense is killing
me within... when shall we knowour fate.
Let us leave quitely and unnotice... softly
without footprint no trace or hint... may
we depart together still bounded and worthy.
I’ll be waiting on the call...
