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The winds are mourning in the night

The trees looks like torches blazed with light

As I stare at the window, the moon shines bright

Though negative, yet bringing hopes of delight

You’re like a box with a heavy lock

Yet a treasure inside is stock

I will never stop trying, never giving up

Be it I beat high mountains down

I will follow my heart that soars

Up the clouds and the stars above

Co’z without you: voiceless I weep,

Wingless I flutter

Suddenly the clock stops ticking

Waiting for the right moment and for the exact time

And all the shadows lay by night and day

By then, my love for you will never fall astray


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