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Mar 2013
I know not what beats,
For my heart has gone.
I know not what races,
For my heart has run.

I have no heart,
It has run away.
But I worry not,
For with you it lays.

While it's with you,
With love it will burn.
Now may I ask,
For yours in returns?

I'll always be yours,
But will you be mine?
Please let me call you
My valentine.
Written by
Simon Wick  United States of America
(United States of America)   
550
   ---, Tea, Sayer and sassybutsweet
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