The heart that dreamt with daylight
And enjoyed the drums of joy
With all peace, love and freedom.
Bring this heart back to me
For there will be no more heart
That sings with heart beat in me.
The heart that is leaped and burned
In ashes smashed and crushed
For there will be no more dream in me.
The Heart is the wound of yesterday
And overflowing with tears
This is a mirage of destiny.
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