Is it so hard to believe our hearts are made to be broken by love?
That in constant dying lies - the beauty of it all.
My darling won't you feel the sweet heaven in our endless cry?
Oh at least you could try, for this one last time.
Ever amazed how bright are the flames we are burning in?
Ever smiled at the tragedies we hold inside?
My darling won't you cherish the fear of life that keeps y o u a n d m e so alive
Before it's all over...
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There must be some word today!
Deliver the letter, the sooner the better