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but there’s no dancing in my heart

its still tonight, with hesitation

waiting for its validation

I’m waiting for an answer to

a place to send something yellow to you

and all is quiet in my heart

joy for you, in my own dark

I’m feeling things I should not feel

for somebody who might not be real

as rain knocks on my windowpane

making my heart start to refrain

I’m painting with my open eyes

a canvas that had lost its light

but now your love has mixed the colours

and I can only paint it for you, no other

I’m listening with empty ears

to the first bar of Bach’s last tears

and hoping that your voice I’ll hear

before I go to sleep this year

as I’m waiting for the ballet to start

wall length mirrors reflecting my own heart

with all your love and all my pain