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The stain of your teardrops were all over the curtains ,for you waiting behind this windows never ended .
And when everything felt apart , I could see it in your eyes ; indeffrence .
They told you ,your life could drown under this flood,but have they seen the ongoing river on your eyes ?
But I knew myself I could never be you.
I would wipe my tears so no one could see them , i would close the door ,i was too afraid of the flood coming in .
And when you can be the free raindrop in the thunderstorm, I'll be that dried raindrop behind the window ,a stain that no one can clean .
I'll be sitting here in this corner ,
You can fly
But in another life
Take my hand with you darlin'...
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