Don't be silent, love...
I stand
sans support
Outside your door...
Knocking against
cold wood...
Bleeding heart...
Open wounds...
And open hands...
I wait
For your voice...
Won't you call me in?
I stand
sans support
Outside your door...
Knocking against
cold wood...
Bleeding heart...
Open wounds...
And open hands...
I wait
For your voice...
Won't you call me in?
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