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In the silence of the midnight breeze, I find your name whispered by the trees. Not just a face, not... In the silence of the midnight breeze, I find your name whispered by the trees. ...
Goodbye. It slipped from our lips Like something we never rehearsed, Yet somehow always knew Goodbye. It slipped from our lips Like something we never rehearsed, Yet someho...