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She has a hand of reasons to lose him |
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He liberates her often hidden smile |
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She buried trust faded away |
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He swallowed any promises they made |
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Darkness to weave its silent track |
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Stars decorate a shroud of black |
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Night closed the door on a fertile mind |
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And captured the light that the day worked so hard to provide |
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Vibrant golden hues |
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Melt into morning's hurried bloom |
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Whisper the secrets from night to day |
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Bird announces the dawning and fills it with praise |
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And the wound slowly heals |
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Voices inferior |
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Voices inferior |
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And the wound slowly heals |
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Moon, raise your head |
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From a soft horizon bead |
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Shine on a thirsty ground |
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Merciless sun steals the water for the sky to drown |
