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Wednesday, September 2, 2009

Flower accepts witheringWind accepts searchingThere are still some alright injuries in the heartI accept your decisionWho will hold you tightWhat song will you sing to make her happyI wonder when the sky will turn sunnyEarth never stops for anyoneHow happy your are tomorrow has nothing to do with meOur love is a song half sungTime changes the habitHeals the woundAnd cancels my qualification to think of youYour blessing is half sweet, half bitterLike the cold cocoa in my handThe most, most regretful is always the unfinishedThe song I could only sing halfWhether I'm happy tomorrow only concerns meOur love is a song half sungTime changes the habitHeals the woundAnd cancels my qualification to think of youYour blessing is half sweet, half bitterLike the cold cocoa in my handThe most, most regretful is always the unfinishedOther half of the song

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