With my cheeks hard-pressed upon my pillow
My arms wrapped on it afraid to let go
That my cries be heard in the empty space
I envision your smile
Your arms wrapped on...
Your cheeks pressed to...
That one you cherish
Not I...
My inside well rapidly in a whirpool
Forcing its flow out of my muffled cries
Until the heat flows in my eyes
And the tears stream down with my sighs
I envision you and that one you cherish...
Not I...
I look at the ceiling and that picture I see
You with... but
Not I... And I just let out a cry...
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