A Cadence Of Sorts - In Her Smile | Текст песни

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Carved gently in these vacant halls,
initials of our fate.
And like the words she said to me,
if not for closure's sake.
So silence quenched in black and white
is all that's left to trace.
The dim lit light is a quiet drive,
attached with daybreak's grace.
It's in the way she smiles at me.
The softness of her hair.
Oh, maybe when she laugh outloud
The brilliance of her stare.

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