Brothers kill brothers
More than the others,
You want the Truth!
But what is truth?
That's never found,
Facts away from facts that's never around.
A kiss of love that's a lover's dream,
Morning dews at sunset,
A body of mind that you desire,
Love, the music of heart is never found.
Walking alone on a rainy day,
Heart drenched with sorrow,
Tears hiding tears,
We all need a place to hide.
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