The Mute

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Like a ripe fruit I'm always easy to fall,
may I ask what you feel for me?, close your eyes now tell me what you see?
perhaps that's the answer "NOTHING AT ALL".

I was indecisive whether or not to tell you what I feel.

You may break my heart when I tell you,

but would I break your heart if decide not to?

Would you climb the mountains for me?

Would you be brave to wipe out my misery?

Would you?
Will you?

I'm asking you these because I would do these things for you.

I cannot swim but I'll cross the oceans for you.

I'm not tough but I'll move the mountains for you.

If you're cold I'm ready to set myself on fire just to keep you warm

I cannot and will not ask this final question personally

but, do you love me enough to do the same too?

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