We were sceaming in vain
finding some things to gain.
On the way home, you held my hand
Then told me to "I'll do the mend".
I had to gasp with the word.
A kind of thing that can't be afford.
I just smiled and thought
What are things needed to be fought?
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Taste Of Bittersweet
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