He did not come yesterday, and there were me and my agony I made no calls, to him who happened to have no balls. And I asked a friend, he worked so late, trying to toss the fate I did not care, I am still breathing with blood streams down my veins. He comes today, with a weary look on his face, For me, in his face, I find my solace, For him, I find no one who can be replaced, I love him a lot, no man can erase To you Mr. R. XOXO ZA
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