Catching a drift while we stare at the blankside of the moon,
Weeping slowly to the things i'm about to tell you,
Calling a rewind but the pause is forcing the move,
Silently waking, reversing these words to come through.
If my heart could make up the thoughts that passes through,
If my heart could make up the words i'll paragraph too.
If the heart could speak to you louder than these lines,
I'll definitely leave the heart to beat just fine.
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