When cold war starts
Between two hearts,
They found fault
In every word,
They burn the bridge,
And dig the ditch,
And build the forts,
And slam the doors,
And smash the plates,
And close the gates,
And draw the lines,
And scream and cry…
This war's no good -
Both hearts get wounds.
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