She has a hand of reasons to loose 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
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Hurried Bloom
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