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Sad November night.
Sad november night, the fireworks spoil my mood.
I listen to the crackle, of burning rainsoaked wood.
The stars above me hide, afraid behind low cloud.
The smoke it clings for life, and covers me like a shroud.
My mind is like the fire, intense and full of flame.
I find it hard to focus, when nothing stays the same.
I suppose i should not worry, for life it has a course.
But nothing can prepare, for parents who divorce.
Cheer up son they say, think of all thats been so good.
Sad november night, your fireworks spoil my mood.
