If when you visit
do you sense the tears
behind my words.
I was wondering
if ever there is a time
when while in a quiet
can you hear my voice.
I was wondering
when in the morning
the sunlight rays remind
me of miles of trails
I was wondering
if when we meet again
will we ever ,,,
really understand then.
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la condivisione del dolore è un dono di amore da parte di chi lo fa e di chi lo riceve
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Words are the only thing left holding me together.
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