I'm glad that I still have a heart
And feel the way I do,
I'm glad that all these feelings art
Experienced as true,
For though I seem the only one
Now forever falling
I wouldn't have them now undone
Regretfully recalling;
Down though the empty space
My feelings quite disarm me,
Each falling from their rightful place,
A dark dispondant army.
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