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A quiet whisper echoes in my head.
A quiet whisper that tells me:Β
Stay strong!Β
A quiet whisper that says to me:Β
Never give up hope.Β
And when you're there,Β
I hear that whisper.Β
And then I tell myself it's true.Β
But when you are gone,Β
I close my eyesΒ
and ears from the truth.Β
Wants to hear nothingΒ
and see nothing.Β
Not the Northern Lights dancing at the top of the skyΒ
or the stars that sparkle there.Β
The moon that shines down on meΒ
or the nature around me.Β
Not the snow-covered mountainsΒ
or the darkest night.Β
I remain silent even though.Β
I would have to raise my voiceΒ
and I am weak,Β
although I would have to be strong.Β
I want.Β
But everything pulls me down.Β
I can't,Β
but I have to.Β
And I get upΒ
and do what I should have done a long time ago.Β
I stay strongΒ
and never stop hoping.Β
Because I hear the whisperΒ
and do what needs to be doneΒ
and think what needs to be thoughtΒ
and say what needs to be said.Β
Because I hear this whispering.Β
And I turn around and say:
Just let go home.
Cause the wisper says.
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