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			Time passing As days pass, the silence cries softly inside me like a small pond with dead leaves floating. As days pass, your reflection fades, hidden in the deepest part of my heart. And all it takes to bring you up is to picture the fire in your eyes. All it takes to bring you up even when I ache to forget you, is to close my eyes and feel your gentle hand touching my face. All it takes to bring you up is the feel of your sweet lips on mine. As days pass, the silence cries softly inside me like a gently winding river. As days pass, the silence cries softly inside me, soft whispers of what love could be
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