| Beating is believing When all the lost memories came Dropped to hurt the feeling Whoever to be cursed to blame As the wind it comes Through the hole it stabs Killing without pains and blood Becoming numb, frozen with cold Already torn the heart Turned into gelid hurt Since the warmth of love has gone Not just waiting to be done Being intrepid to defeat The stories come to beat No more words to hide Without hopes abide Able to shout in the silence Waking the eyes to glance To see the tears by the time Unlike the beautiful songs of chime |
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