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I had a heart once
held it in My own hands
felt its warmth and knew
the rhythm of its beating
now my own heart is fleeting
falling into darkness
wanting
waiting
eagerly thinking
there is a hope full
scent in the room
this day yet I am without
a method to recognize it...
Burning is a soul lost
There is no more time
to look or wait
It came and it left..
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