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How quietly the meltwater reverberates.
It just waits there, motionless,
and doesn't seem to have much to say.
Quiet here, isn't it?
When I strain my ears,
I think I can hear
the murmur of your heart.
Quiet here, isn't it?
Take a look out the window
and see how slowly the time goes by.
There is nothing missing now, nothing lost,
and you're getting sleepy.
Quiet here, isn't it?
When I strain my ears,
I think I can hear
the murmur of your heart.
Quiet here, isn't it?
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