Thank You

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Next to the early grave
I find comfort in sorrow
My guts stop shaking
Over things I have to accept

Somewhen, somewhere
we'll meet again (on a sunny day)
And laugh about the old times
There's so much I want to tell you

And I'm shure
I'm shure there's so much you want to tell me

But are those hopes
Are they real or an excuse?
Will they turn out right or wrong?

There's so much I need to tell you
And I am shure
There's so much you need to tell me

But first of all I have to say
"Thank you"