The Jingle
My Ears Deceive You
The Faint Silent Jingle
No One Can Hear Us
Wandering In The Meadow
Memories Etched Transparent
Hidden From Their Eyes
Only I Can Feel You
When The Last Angel Flies
Sitting At Your Door Stoop
Awaiting The Arrival
Searching For A Truer Heart
That None Could Ever Rival
The Sunlight's Faded
Covered In A Sea Of Black
Piercing Rains From The Sky
Dripping Down My Back
In The Eyes Of Admiration
There Can Be No Wrong
The Jingle Is Rising
And I Can Hear Your Song
A Gentle Heartbeat
Raising My Sullen Spirit
Drowning Out The Surroundings
Too Amazing To Forget
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