so it was taken,
but don't you wanna know who has taken it?
he that had no choice, for it was drawn upon him
like a moth to a flame,
it latched, clipped his wings for sure
and I would've sworn I saw the shape of death
rising up from the shore...
so it was taken, his heart
but he did not die
the poor soul was born
and fell skyhigh
...
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