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“In the quiet of my soul, where silent whispers dwell, Your name, a sacred verse, in every beat it swells. A vision of you, like a gentle breeze, through my thoughts does play, A fleeting comfort in my longing, as night turns to day. With every dawn, your image, like the sun, does rise, Casting shadows of my yearning, under the vast skies.” — Grey Valley
In the quiet of my soul, where silent whispers dwell,
Your name, a sacred verse, in every beat it swells.
A vision of you, like a gentle breeze,
through my thoughts does play,
A fleeting comfort in my longing, as night turns to day.
With every dawn, your image, like the sun, does rise,
Casting shadows of my yearning, under the vast skies.