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»Invisible Thread«

by Tlholohelo Ramatlhape, January 24, 2017

Your pain is my pain my love
And your tears are my tears
For we are one you and I, connected by an invisible thread
Rib of my rib, flesh of my flesh
Your pain is my pain

Your fears are my fears dear
For they take away your peace and mine too
For we are one you and I, connected by an invisible thread
Rib of my rib, flesh of my flesh
Your fears are my fears

Your dreams are my dreams my love
Our lives connected by a similar destiny
For we are one you and I, connected by an invisible thread
Rib of my rib, flesh of my flesh
Your dreams are my dreams

Your death will be my death too
For your life is my life
For we are one you and I, connected by an invisible thread
Rib of my rib, flesh of my flesh
Your death will be my death too

Written: January 2017
Tags: Love

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