the rhythm of my suffering is as echoes whisper
the movements of my heart are as blind footsteps in eternity
my hope believes in these poetries, subsists on promises
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the rhythm of my suffering is as echoes whisper
the movements of my heart are as blind footsteps in eternity
my hope believes in these poetries, subsists on promises
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