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Mourning the death of our love...


My heart is reduced to shards of broken glass
I can't see the beauty of flowers in a vase
Seems like my life essence is mixed with vile chemicals
that could be used to clean the floor
And the warm glow inside has gone out thro' the door
I feel like I've swallowed embers of burning coal
That constrict my breath; this ship's crashing into shore
My eyes burn like a funeral pyre
And mourn the death of our love, its fire.
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