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A thousand songs heard
A hundread little birds.

A thousand hearts surrond me.
A hundread filled with pitty.

A thousand thoughts listened to.
A hundread words about you.

A thousand thIngs to see.
A hundread things to dream.

To bad none of them were your vioce.
And i didnt have a second choice.
Except to leave the past behind.
Leaving you behind the line.
That slashed my life in half.
Never knowing how any times to laugh.
A whispering in my ear.
Just that quick second, disappear.





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