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 Honey , I'll  take  the  blade

with  which   you   tore   out

my   heart ,

And  out  of  my  bones  I'll

carve  you  a  star ,

I'll  stick  it  to  the  roof  on

top  of  your   bed , 

So  that  every  night  you  rest

you'll   see   the   galaxies   I've

created  for  you  in  my  head.

                                                             (V.P)

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