We feel the void
Trying to explain
With everything we find
Beauty blank between them
Somehow always avoid
Like you would not remain
The present state of mind
Knowing through your pain
Time is not an straight line
Be sure, nothing is in vain
All is a sweet wine
Inside you leaves a stain
It I say its really mine
You are just inside a chain
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