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across the limits of my tears

     lies the domain of your thoughts

whereas my thoughts are a captive

     some in yours and some nowhere

just the flesh of sound echoing all around

moments of wait amidst the busy vision

     collecting memoirs all through

with a wish someday the pain will go

     just silence to be heard off

while the breeze would still blow

     carrying the hum of the broken strings

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