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We have just heard somebody's voice,
and hided us from the world
Over the fence in the park of the night,
there's a breeze we felt together
You have tried to say something to me,
holding my hands so tight
That feeling and your touch still fill up my heart,
a part deep into my soul
Over the time, ever since then,
is there anything we could have trusted each other
I open the window just a little,
there coming a cold, cold winter on wind
I feel sad and being alone
Will this feeling of sorrow ever go away?
The mist from my sign of grief lingers for a time and disappeared
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