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Your love,
It lived like a shooting star,
Bright and fast, a dart,
That tore across the scape of my heart,
Till its dash ended in a fiery crash.
Now these eyes cry,
And a shattered soul mourns and sighs,
For the mountain of homeless emotions, embers,
And the memories of great times together,
To be submerged by broken tears.
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