Like a shot my heart was broken,
Bleeding and crying in pain,
Like a rose between two thorns,
Burning fire lingers on,
But from the ashes,
Phoenix came,
I saw the stars,
I saw the moon,
Carried away by a silver balloon,
To the clouds,
Where the wings and halo wait,
She leaves me again,
Now it's too late....
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