Hands
that held yours,
Still has the warmth of love.
The lines in them,
Lead to you, wanting yours.
that held yours,
Still has the warmth of love.
The lines in them,
Lead to you, wanting yours.
Tears well up,
Even the moon seems quiet,
The lull in the deepest sea
Seemed distant.
The heart listens to the mind,
Yet it makes no sense.
Even the moon seems quiet,
The lull in the deepest sea
Seemed distant.
The heart listens to the mind,
Yet it makes no sense.
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