Bleeding Heart

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Bleeding heart
I'll never know where we faltered.
Do you know how it feels with you away?
Does it occur to you that we might patch up the feather?

Bleeding heart
I'll no longer share your world.
Do you know how it felt to love you?

Bleeding heart
We’ll never watch the stars planning our future
Never shall I watch the sun rise on your face:
A million chances are slipping away, disappearing in the air.

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