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Remember, they were something - they sounded here... |
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The notes. |
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Look there, there's nothing, a leaf falls, only it's another one. |
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No... Scores in solitude, it's only a heart showing the retreat in which guards the splinters. |
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The sound of the silence, harmonies of intimacy show me the retreat in which |
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I can close my eyes. |
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Look there, there's nothing. |
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A fleeting walk among the trust. |
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A leaf falls, today there's nothing only the sour taste of not to know why. |
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A picture, conjures up images of my identity. |
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I realize that |
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I've seen so many fallen leaves. |
