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Somewhere, my love, where your silence is not absence But the breath of stars between each spoken word, You do exist — not in the fading map of my memory, But in the pulse of universe time’s eternal chord.
Somewhere, my love, where your silence is not absence But the breath of stars between each spoken word, You do exist — not in the fading map of my memory, But in the pulse of universe time’s eternal chord.
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