poetry
poetry
There were also days when she was smiling
I don't know where he lost the day when he remembered
Now they are anxious to take a picture in his memory
The memory of it stays in the heart but the image of it comes out of the mind
When the day comes back, when the night falls in its loneliness
Someday you will find a calf that tells the story with its eyes
Sometimes a broken pair, sometimes a broken pair swear to our heart
Peek into the heart with the eye of the heart
There were also days when she was smiling
I don't know where he lost the day when he remembered
Now they are anxious to take a picture in his memory
The memory of it stays in the heart but the image of it comes out of the mind
When the day comes back, when the night falls in its loneliness
Someday you will find a calf that tells the story with its eyes
Sometimes a broken pair, sometimes a broken pair swear to our heart
Peek into the heart with the eye of the heart
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