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Nobody listens, Only the wind knows What you feel inside... Echoing in me alone are Vibrations of evening coming. Endure the pain of silence, Reaching for someone to hold. You let tears fall free, One by one onto the earth, Not knowing of a warmth Even when it is your smile. Nobody listens, Only the wind knows Truly of your soul. In whispers of morning Call to me with your voice. Even if I do not respond, So lovely I know you are...
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