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Many voices of hearts
are not to be heard in our lives
They are just riding the wind
and faded at the end of tunnels
in brightness or darkness
in love and in happiness
in confidence or in sadness
But not you
the blue angel
with the inspiring voice that could reach the God
that could sing heart out on this earth for million of us
That's why we love to immerse
even to be swept off our feet
in the path of your voices of tornado
We will always love you
Whiney
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