When the heart is silent,
The wave of pen.
Write a hubbub,
Write a little fun,
Clouds float in the black,
Flowers of a different kind.
People go like meteors,
Only under the street lights,
A weary bird,
Stop in the moon and realize yourself.
When the heart is silent,
The wave of pen.
Write a hubbub,
Write a little fun,
Clouds float in the black,
Flowers of a different kind.
People go like meteors,
Only under the street lights,
A weary bird,
Stop in the moon and realize yourself.
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