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The Heart of A Broken Story.

We walk with a shake and a stir,

Continue to glance and flirt,

Sing me until I weep,

Then stare my doubt to sleep,

I held your promised words,

You held me til' it hurt,

Filled hearts until ours pour,

And we'll never ask for more.

 

You know I feel I could die,

And that would be just fine...

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Written by
mark-boucher
American
Published
Nov 1, 2012
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A note for you before I part for Detroit.

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