That lone broken heart is spilled upon the ground...
Beat asunder-ed fallen flat, never repaired, only bent.
This heart and all it's silenced beat...
For the one-one day, I'll meet.
One day the fallen lent...
Only gone, as gone it, went.
Spent along the river sad...
Only bad, the one I had.
A drift among the sullen blue...
Only me without a clue.
Only me a wasted depth...
The one I left, the one sad breath.
Stepped upon the misstepped leap...
For this heart, the one-asleep..
Had it's slowing-rowing, wept.
The one I valued, that one-not yet.
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