My body grows cold, My heartbeat slows, My tears are old, Carried away when the wind blows, Theres no love left, In this heart of mine, It was a simple theft, A heartbreaking crime, Will someone hold me? Wipe away my tears? My troubles see, Even after all these years? I feel as though im made of stone, I dont seem to feel the pain, Through the thundering rain, Im alone.
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