I can blame this bright and sunny morning,
but that will be a senseless mourning,
for this melancholic chaos that I can't explain
and make me wonder again and again...
about how I find myself dreaming awake
revolving thoughts, like an untiring rake,
thinking about you, not every minute in a day,
but from time to time, in an endless way.
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