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May 2015
You stole my heart from hell.
And then my head on high.
you took my body from the ocean before I could die.
My arms were taken from the blades that miss them so.
My feat from the shadows of were I stood below.
my soul was from the south were I was born they say.
But my home is in the north. Were I can see you everyday.
Having you heart stolen is more shocking then giving it away.
Trust me on that one.
Written by
Crucifix
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   ---, Pax, surpratik, NV and Rapunzoll
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