Bereaving my tears… my eyes smiled
To see you head towards new heights
You are needed in this world big
My own small haven became a dim wit
I try weaving my hands to make you see
As I drown in my own misery
To see you head towards new heights
You are needed in this world big
My own small haven became a dim wit
I try weaving my hands to make you see
As I drown in my own misery
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