The first day of the rest of our life
For which with you the best summing up
Is pain, joy, love, a little strife
But love always anyway – you’re nice
I don’t need being told that twice.
Daylight is my Friend
To see your dear dear face...
You say back to me, at the window,
Fruitlessly breathing out the fag
Whose smoke blew back into the room...
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