my heart had to be broken precisely this way
before the soul could seep through the cracks again
like the night has to give itself away at the perfect hour
before the sun can claim it again
till then the stars silently mourn the brave heart
while the pale moon gets ready to die
before the soul could seep through the cracks again
like the night has to give itself away at the perfect hour
before the sun can claim it again
till then the stars silently mourn the brave heart
while the pale moon gets ready to die
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