The silence creeps
In the light or in the dark
Listening to the whirring wind
It tells something but nothing
When eyes close for good
Everything turns to darkness
The whole silence in the soul
The love potion will be a memory
The voice will not be spoken
There is nothing to say or consult
Things done or unfinished will linger
In the road of memories of a time
There is nothing much to say
When the light still shines in life
Better use it to the fullest
Don't leave with regrets
The silence creeps
The world will not weep
Only a small circle of people
They will pray for the soul
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