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I imagined myself to a happy life, smiling along the road before being a wife,
never found my place in this home,
the place I deserve, not to be alone.

Stood still in time, waiting nearly everytime,
someone to see these giving hands of mine.

I want to see rainbow behind the rain, feel healing behind the pain,
don't want to be the blame, if you never feel the same.

A neverending story cut short, the train of memories heading north,
now freezing everything on its way, to the time it melts love away.