Sometimes, in the midst of the night after the sun has set,
While the wind whistles past the windows,
While the rain tumbles down to pound on the heavy heart,
While the drops of tears roll down my face with gravity taking its' toll,
While solemn silence is all that is left of my cries,
I wonder why.
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