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Dead Inside, Broken-hearted outside

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Knealing over your grave,
head bent over your resting place
My heart strains for you to come back,
it beats like the saddest metronome
My tears wilted the cherry rose,
and left stains upon my face
The key to my heart stays with you
for you shall never be replaced





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