October 20, 2011
I cannot tell the difference between your heart and mines
There was nothing else to say but to make this happen
The words that were never spoken stopped my vines
From your eyes I could see the tragedies that made a sin
All that made my anger was your rejection of my love
The guy who would rise above all the yelling of suffering
It was every troubled soul that let you to soave
For the very same reason I cannot let you go suffering

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