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    It's capturating my heart

                                  in it's falmes

Letting it's tounge run over

                                  every wound

You ever gave me in the past

                                        I run from

And all the others I got from those

                               who aren't you

                                      It is mending,

                                              healing,

                                              fixing it into

                                              an almost complete heart

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