This is a Christmas day, and lights still go on...
This is a cloudy day, and sun still stays far away.
This is a long way day, and distance is still a palaeography of the past.
This is no longer a day, and night dreams that I am still.
This is whatever a day, and the invisible shadows remain a few.
This is a forgetable day, and the spotless plot is a fool of trace.
This is also a day, and the day will never come late.
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