Who knows how many
Confess to the wind,
Silently screaming
To love you with meaning.
Who knows how many
Know, yet pretend not,
Branding fate
With silent consent.
And if I die tonight,
At least you’ll know,
For of me and us,
Only the body will go.
If I Die Tonight
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