I am holding her hands
When she is all lost to me
I am seeking truth in sands
When she has disappeared in sea
I have become a kind of weaver
After all I am just a dreamer
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I Have a diary where i wrote all about you Since the day u left I wonder Now I write about who? blank space haunts me on... -
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