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Much has been left unsaid
Of the pleasure in the spring raindrops
Of the life in a hot summer day
Of the quench in the october moonlight
Of the whispering december snowflakes
 
Much has been left unsaid
Of your beautiful eye lashes
Of your imperfectly perfect smile
Of your trembling lips searching for a kiss
Of your skin whispering to me like a fish
 
Much has been left unsaid
Of the love on me you pour
Much has been left unsaid
Of the void that is when you’re gone
Much has been left unsaid
Of the what ifs
Much has been left unsaid
of you, of me, of us….
 
 
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