My heart my heart my heart
My heart my heart my heart My heart is of frailty, my pale skin is hued damask. But run thou sayest; I run I run I run I run I run I run I run I run I run I run I run I run I run I run I run After all these years thou left'st me down in the emotional depths - The sombre soaked velvet-drape is hung upon me, Turning my feelings away from our so ignorant world: All the beautiful moments shared, deliberately push'd aside - A distance there is... A distance there is... /Theatre of Tragedy/
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