When the dried leaves fall
Dry winds stroked themselves
I paused
When you choose to leave me
But that's fine
I do not stem the tears
Your departure
Grace to me
Hope you find happiness there
With him through the world
Now I'm happy with quiet
Nothing better than you
Other than someone who would understand me
Now I am late in the last search
I'm sure God is with me
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So beautiful, i love the way that u write!
thanks you so much
thanks you so much
Nice ;)