Hart Beating

The more I see on my mind,
The less I can say by the words.
Oh, God, give me just a little time
To say how much I need from this world.

I need one love and two lives:
Today and tomorrow, not past.
I need my old friends near me,
No time for crying at my diary.

When the rain is beating on the windows
I want to smile and just to listen.
Enough for lye, enough for sitting!
I want my life just fast hart beating!


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