
The pulse beats hard my veins
At every thought in my brain
Every single breathe I take
Results in every smile I make
Each twinkle of my eyes
Dropping each tear till I die
In every dream of my sleep
Like in spring the freshest leaves
The warm flow of my blood
From my feelings like a flood
The sound of my heart beats
Touches the depth of ocean's feet
While my soul torn in pain
With the love that I gain
The wetness remains on my cheeks
From every word my soul speaks
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