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Don't talk; No, don't say it out loud. Just walk; Go, find an empty road. Life is harsh; Well, every one has one. There'll be scars; Look, we all have our own. Time'll heal; Soon, you will recover. Destiny will reveal; Wait, let the story uncover. Breathe hard; Live, just one day at a time. …
There is a song that I sing, Every time I ...
What will you breathe then? What will you breathe? When the air resounds with soulful cries; The laments of the dying and the desperate; And the cracking of the whip tearing a man's chest. The last breaths of the dead many, will only be left. What will you drink then? What will you drink? …
Finally, the rain stopped and the silence of the night returned. There was no breeze yet and the birds were still sleeping. The leaves were frozen but not for long; For it was dawn and the dream was gone. And there wasn't anyone who missed the broken song.
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