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Why is the dawn

emerging... between us?

Why is the evening

setting... between us?

Why do eyes convey the sorrows?

Why try to revive what's over?

All's well that ends well, huh!

Let's call Maya.

Maya. Maya.

- Deep down it was all about you.

- Oh! God.

So why did it deviate?

I said it coolly... but

filled you with rage.

So why did it change?

'People like you and me... '

'... who want something more

in life other than love... '

'... is there anything

possible between us.'

What's this growing... between us?

Why is the dawn

emerging... between us?

Why is the evening

setting... between us?

Silence is trying to speak out.

There's denial in the words.

Silence is trying to speak out.

There's denial in the words.

Chosen by words, woven by words.

Everything we said,

everything we heard.

I didn't have a clue,

neither did you.

Wonder where the

words made a mistake.

The words try to

say something unsaid.

The words try to

narrate something unheard.

They wounded the heart.

Words decieved the words itself.

Silence is trying to speak out.

There's denial in the words.

Silence is trying to speak out.

There's denial in the words.

Silence is trying to speak out.

There's denial in the words.

Silence is trying to speak out.

There's denial in the words.

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