At the end of everyday
I reach home
My cold sun's spot
Which even on midday
Never be hot
At the end of everyday
Buying tube rose
For the lonely bouquet
Which even on holiday
Get flower to feast
At the end of everyday
I get time
To talk to me, an hour at least
Irony uncover the weekdays
Midnight moves to morning mist
I sought for joy
More land more home
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