God moves his hand... And a breeze does blow , I place my heart over the wind , Which everyday takes it to you ! You know not my part … You heed not my heart , Though the songs of the breeze stir you well , But seems , you don’t need my heart L I remain dead all while , Waiting for my wandering heart to bring me smiles , Just then, get my sobbing heart back … Oh ! The longing and the pain multiplies!! En-wrapped in tears every time I cry... When look at me, you hear not a sigh? And each time, I decide, this is last ! Until next time, I try hard forgetting past!! And here-now , sending you my heart again … Knowing the longing and the pain… The twist is sw...
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