Listen me moans Who speaks about you Look at me Who is lying stiff In the absence of you Each of my longing Reflection with my tears I'm sore, I'm fretful I'm fragile, I'm broken I'm weak, and I'm waiting for you And now I have to walk without you Without your hand Without your beautiful smile I do not know when this will end I do not know when this story disappears Who want me to know when you will return my arms.
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