Song of sorrow, yes, i hear. Ever near, is that heart to be. A heart that skips a beat, when i am near. It is that which i fear, to not make her heart skip a beat. But to race into rage, and just call it another day. Oh... For what heart in the world shall skip a beat, and just for me? Every day defeated, a heart so ever needed. For one was not made to be without the other. As it is said that, you, yes, it is you who completes me. Who compels and caresses. But... THIS heart is helpless. Oh the Song of Sorrow which my heart plays, i hear it, every day.
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