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In the silence of the wind,
she whispers her secret.
And as the tear falls,
she watches it turn red.
For in her heart, she knows,
confessions must be made.
For in her mind, she knows,
this will be the end.
She smiles a sad smile,
and kisses the frail hand.
She turns and leaves,
and knows he will be gone.
And in the darkness of the morning,
she opens her eyes.
A scream caught inside,
as she bids goodbye.
she whispers her secret.
And as the tear falls,
she watches it turn red.
For in her heart, she knows,
confessions must be made.
For in her mind, she knows,
this will be the end.
She smiles a sad smile,
and kisses the frail hand.
She turns and leaves,
and knows he will be gone.
And in the darkness of the morning,
she opens her eyes.
A scream caught inside,
as she bids goodbye.
Same dream, 1095 nights.
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