Do not knock on your heart
yes it's the same beats
so loud that she is listening to you now
listen to what she is saying to you
Whose promises did not come
time is confused with you
Were you here yesterday?
Or is this a story from weeks ago?
I don't remember you
I can't remember you
Broken houses fell once
where are they made
like you made from your heart
Those artisans were decorated with hands like this
I don't remember you
I can't remember you
The world is your home of books
What do you find in these dusty pages?
and what happened to you
Didn't get that lovely fairy tale this time?
And why are you upset like this?
There is witchcraft still in your heart
and somewhere in these papers
there is a flower that is waiting for you like this
This is your smile, where has it gone?
Tell me, will it ever bloom?
a day will come
when their nights will not be safe like this
Without you, you see like this
then they will feel your absence
me, I know.


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