Gone
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When it is silent everything is different..
Nothing is the same
I'm in a dark room with him
All that can be heard is silence
And nothing else
I feel as if I were about to cry
My head is down
Then the close of a door breaks the silence
I look up
Has gone.......
Nothing is the same
I'm in a dark room with him
All that can be heard is silence
And nothing else
I feel as if I were about to cry
My head is down
Then the close of a door breaks the silence
I look up
Has gone.......
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