Just like the breeze leaves the dead leaves rustling
Your voice makes my dead soul become a chaos again
But I'm afraid the chaos in my soul
Doesn't sound as beautiful
As the the rustling does.
The chaos is no more melodies unheard
And just like I was told,
it's the noise
Nobody wants near.
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