It’s been some time,
since the curve of your smile.
It’s been some time,
nothing to smile at all this while.
But a bird sings spring,
summer, winter and fall.
So I’ll sing too until all the heavens
around me stop still in appal.
It’s been some time,
since the curve of your smile.
It’s been some time,
nothing to smile at all this while.
But a bird sings spring,
summer, winter and fall.
So I’ll sing too until all the heavens
around me stop still in appal.
Shadows of my old self.
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