Listen to those words, the silence has begun. Listen to that silence that was the last song.
Your true self is no other, than the image in that mirror. Your soul I shall speak, your words are just so sweet, with your mind as my master.
Listen to that silence that was the last song. My words have now crumbled as my last pain is at my feet.
Your higher-self is your mind, read those thoughts, as you might just be blind.
Listen to that silence that was the last song.
When words get left behind, it's too late to hear again. When words get behind, time has come to say goodbye and never turn back.
You will always be remembered, by forget the last song.
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