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Chance Of Gray

I find his love at its peak
Through pages written long ago
I find his love deep inside
Laying close in comfort folds
Written by his skillful hand
Are precious words that pale, not
So often tears drip quietly
In want of time that now is lost
He is my smile in the rain
Yen on which I overdose
Through winters bitter frost
And scent of aromatic rose
I read the pages of his love
A taste of heaven just for me
I’m lost at sea with sudden wish
But for another chance with thee
I feel him close, although he's not
His memory still keeps me
I stand the pain, I stand the rain
I wish for him so deeply!

It is in my heart, I feel
The sad of losses come to call
And it is then, I cannot speak
For I’m reminded of it all
The love that seeps so quietly
Glowing day by day
The love that withers not with time
 Enhanced by chance of gray


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