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Why the waiting for the sunrise,
To fall for your sweetest smile? Why the waiting for the night To feel you with me beside? Why to follow all my dreams All created by your skin? All are now falling apart And you’re never to be found. I first thought you’re coming back But the nights denied me that. Stars are shining, but tonight I’m not seeing all their light. You’re not knocking at my door, You’re not stepping on my floor You don’t care, not how you used to You’re not mine, as you’re supposed to. Nothing more is to be said Just goodbye before this end. I just came to take it back All my heart falling apart.
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