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With each day passing my believe in this becomes stronger ........ the clouds hold their rain the clowns, their smile the wave from the mountain brings the river's smell the taiga grasses stop their sway the fields grow no more all they wait for is the voice of the unsaid the grey roads hide their faces beneath the betrayer made the confession the killer cried of guilt the orphans did have that smile the blind saw the music live the artist drew his first piece the man of power became the man of people for all these heard the voice of the unsaid listen to your heart its silent beating the scenes behind your closed eyes will show you the way out your mind, your heart will find the need of the need. the voice of the unsaid lies within you but will reach you only when you want to hear it out.....
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May 13, 2011
May 13, 2011 at 9:02 PM UTC
The Voice Of The Unsaid
With each day passing my believe in this becomes stronger ........ the clouds hold their rain the clowns, their smile the wave from the mountain brings the river's smell the taiga grasses stop their sway the fields grow no more all they wait for is the voice of the unsaid the grey roads hide their faces beneath the betrayer made the confession the killer cried of guilt the orphans did have that smile the blind saw the music live the artist drew his first piece the man of power became the man of people for all these heard the voice of the unsaid listen to your heart its silent beating the scenes behind your closed eyes will show you the way out your mind, your heart will find the need of the need. the voice of the unsaid lies within you but will reach you only when you want to hear it out.....
jayeti-anand
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jayeti-anand
Indian
May 13, 2011
May 13, 2011 at 9:02 PM UTC
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