
While tears turn into a long string
A river that turns into an ocean
We are gliding down the stream
I cry silently
And all I hear is a whisper
Your voice
Keeps whispering my name
Your voice
Hoping that I will listen
Hoping that I will let go
You hoping
that a dry spell will soon come
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