Had we been
More sincere
We needn't spill
So many tears
Blindly pulling
On the strings
Of a love
With broken wings
We callously
Dug a grave
On the love
We could've saved
A love born
On the altar
Now lays bare
Without flowers
Now we're left
To our own design
You go your way
I'll go mine
Nothing left
To be said
The life of love
Has been shed
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