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Your eyes speak the truth,
Though your lips chapped with deceit.
It's as though you'd try to lie, to find a way to cheat.

Now, don't tell me you can't here it,
The looming of deaths weeze,
He sits outside your window,
Your existance is a tease.

Do you ever wonder about the love that could not be?
Do you stop to hear the whisper through the trees?
or do you stop and listen when there's no one there?
Could really live your life,
With no love to share?