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In a painful, ****** ritual I watched my heart taken out and handed over to me Like someone thought I knew what to do with it I kept it close, after all it was mine Alive, pumping life through my body Giving life to my soul My heart became a part of me I was grateful Until one day The workings of time, fate, God Ripped my heart from it's home Carried it far, far from me The void it left would not be filled By anything or anyone Only hope, only hope Though sometimes shallow water With the last drop I will get my heart back From God From Fate From the cruel workings of time For my heart I'll tempt them all And we shall never be separated again
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Apr 25, 2012
Apr 25, 2012 at 4:20 PM UTC
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In a painful, ****** ritual I watched my heart taken out and handed over to me Like someone thought I knew what to do with it I kept it close, after all it was mine Alive, pumping life through my body Giving life to my soul My heart became a part of me I was grateful Until one day The workings of time, fate, God Ripped my heart from it's home Carried it far, far from me The void it left would not be filled By anything or anyone Only hope, only hope Though sometimes shallow water With the last drop I will get my heart back From God From Fate From the cruel workings of time For my heart I'll tempt them all And we shall never be separated again
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Apr 25, 2012
Apr 25, 2012 at 4:20 PM UTC
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