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"Limited Words"
Author: Peter Paul David
The whisper of the wind tells a story of the old,
The hourglass of life, slowly flooding the cold,
The emptiness that jolts the heart,
Burns from within the icicle of disaster,
A firey wind, call of the burning heart,
Dark matter can be felt�.
But even when I feel crushed inside,
I still love her frequent smile beside,
The dawn of light has the scent of hope�
Even if thorns from oblivion�
Pierces through the softness of a silver cotton
She stills expresses herself with all her heart, with feelings
With emotions�
Time is slowly slipping away,
And the most important words came from the heart.
How I wish we could stay,
Forever from the beginning
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