My N3xt Days To C0me

I've strained my fingers for too long
Playing with keys to heaven to open her skies
To my gloomy Dooms Day
Who would hear my song?
From far and wide
Who would like to hear my songs?
Rain your praises and claps to thunder my clouds
So my days to come will be filled with rainbows.

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