What’s left to say when every words been spoken?
What’s left to see when our eyes won’t open?
What’s left to do when we’ve lost all hope and..
What’s left to broke when our heart’s are broken?
Golden leaves ….
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Am învăţat că scrisul, ca şi vorbitul, pot uşura durerile sufleteşti.
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