It was a tear, the song of its reflections; I needed badly to hear it, badly to understand it I was suddenly cold; the sadness of ashes I cried not knowing, what wrong I had done.
Will I be able to say it, will you be able to hear it? The rhythm of my sighs, the symphonies of silences; As a melody that comes, and goes, and dances; I cried thousand words, unhappy and tender.
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