Word From Stone
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My heart aches
And reaches
To the point of no return
It is now my turn
I smell her around
On this lovely ground
The sun has always reminded
With brightness and sided
It still affects
And compels me to act
With simple falling of tears
And mournfully bear
I want word from stone
Who lies alone?
With feeling of non existence
With only its presence
I shall break no barrier
But prove as good listener
If something is heart form interior
To lessen my fear
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