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If only my heart could speak
It would tell you my tales of laughter and sorrow
Etched in the hearts where joy and pain borrow
It would tell you the times of the forgotten dreams and hopes
Where echoes of the past whispers through times elopes
If only my heart could speak
Of the times when sorrows grip is tight
Crying in bed , lost in the endless night
Of the times when tears fall silently at night
As I weep alone, hidden from sight
If only my heart could speak
It would cry out the sorrows hidden beneath silent smiles.
— Sthuthy Narayan v
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