What are drops, but one, two and three;
Where's the flame to set teardrops free?
What is cold, but emotions running dry;
Why is warmth sliding down her eyes?
What's a promise, but a misguided choice;
From where does her silence get its voice?
Why do you care, how her life should be?
What's life, but a collage of all her dreams.
Where's the flame to set teardrops free?
What is cold, but emotions running dry;
Why is warmth sliding down her eyes?
What's a promise, but a misguided choice;
From where does her silence get its voice?
Why do you care, how her life should be?
What's life, but a collage of all her dreams.
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