Crevices In the Heart
In the noon, I wish it comes not dawn
For all that bless my heart tears it
As all the memories of fun with you in the lawn
Travels every second in my imagination a hit
Please, let me be real
Should I believe this wind
That place you in my mind
Which craves the channel of appeal
Took you away to make me go blind
I am sorry for all that brings you tears
We should have continue in the midst of fears
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