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The Broken Hearts Sestet-The Prisoner's Lament

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These drawings are chains
This picture is the lock
These things I look at
Seem to at me mock

I try to stay away
I run from them fast
But this I can't forget
These things of the past

I hold onto these things
And almost it seems
The times of long ago
Were all but a dream

I need someone to help me
Get rid of these things I love and hate
To get rid of my past
and escape this twisted fate

All I want is to have
Things that were left behind
Given to me by her
She won't leave my mind

Until I can find
And until I can learn
These things that now bind me
Until then can't burn

The one person I can't leave
The one I can't forget
Can only be replaced
By the one I just met



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