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If you could speak, it would be a symphony of words

Melody in every thought

Everyone would stop by and hear

The chansons of the heart for the ones; far and near.

 

In this dark world of mine, you would usher in the light

Weave a magic curtain,

And set all the feelings free

Would have been a different place; only if I could see.

 

Do i hear your silent songs?

Didi you just say what I had always wanted to hear?

Is it nearness of you?

It is too good to be true.