Are these your steps still sounding hard on the stair?
Wondering if you are knocking on the door
Have I ever flawed, am I so unaware?
Yet I feel all the time, you might come once more
The wind I hear piercing and mocking at me
The breeze, it seems as cruel and cold as he
The knock remarking that it is you who came
Loving me to sleepless nights was it a game?

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