What is this that I'm feeling,
it is cold and empty inside.
The burning hearts keep on stealing,
from a love that was implied .
Never knowing when they should stop,
keep on going till there is no more.
They keep on working that sweatshop,
till there is nothing left to cure.
Leaving behind an empty book,
where the story has been all gone.
They have taken all that they took,
down to the last lonely Pawn.
The pieces have all been played,
and the games has been long and lost.
Another person fooled and betrayed
another heart claimed by the frost.
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and the games has been long and lost.
Another person fooled and betrayed
another heart claimed by the frost.
my favourite part
--
I wander and wander along,
And forever before me gleams
The shining city of song,
In the beautiful land of dreams.
--
~Paul~
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