Talking of love and miseries
On the bridge of kisses
Some wounds to cleave
Others to turn whole.
Pain sears the half life
Lived only half in light
What is left of good years
Two decades maybe less
We speak different words
For that last chance to change
And then waiting it out to end.
On the bridge of kisses
Some wounds to cleave
Others to turn whole.
Pain sears the half life
Lived only half in light
What is left of good years
Two decades maybe less
We speak different words
For that last chance to change
And then waiting it out to end.
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