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As the willow tree weeps..
mine heart doth bleed.
Raging, the winds are deadly..
unnerving is this ending.
Tis truely a notable crime...
when indeed the deathbell chimes.
The loss sometimes unbearable,
might just be too incredible,
Hard to describe..
this feeling of discontent.
The strain of the knife..
that tore out my heart.
And the pain of forever knowing..
that you ripped it out..
my stolen secret love
mine heart doth bleed.
Raging, the winds are deadly..
unnerving is this ending.
Tis truely a notable crime...
when indeed the deathbell chimes.
The loss sometimes unbearable,
might just be too incredible,
Hard to describe..
this feeling of discontent.
The strain of the knife..
that tore out my heart.
And the pain of forever knowing..
that you ripped it out..
my stolen secret love
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