The morning smiles and says to me, it cries every night and says to me.
The longing is deep it makes me feel.
The depth of my heart in unhealed.
Something is unheard when something said,
Silence prevails in the tears of so called forgotten days.
...No more the heart wants for love,
No more it laughs, no more it throbbs.
The morning smiles and says to me, it cries every night and says to me
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