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Share with friendsI am tired Of the tiresome word And the world seems high Am to tired to fight. Let me live the life again, Free from anxieties And the pain.
She kissed all his scars The marks of his tiresome war And all the pains borne by him, And let him sleep, in the moonbeam.
The way she looked at me She hold my hands like nobody ever did The soul converged with her grace And when she kissed, redefined completeness...