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Not My Song
Nobody heard my small voice screaming
The sound of leaves under my feet
Fall upon deaf ears
And as I stand there crying
The coldness and fog arrive
To wrap me ever so tightly
In their cloak of despair
Colors quickly melt then fade
Leaving me unsure if there were really there
The silence claims it's next victim
One tiny voice
Stealing one single moment in time
Please believe that this is all wrong
For this is not my song.
