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He wrote me a poem, sang me a song
My heart - she fluttered, my belly - she danced

He smiled, he said we'd be alright
It went to shit, he found his legs

He loved me to pieces, my heart is in pieces
His song a dirge, His poem a threnody

His love was fire, His silence - an echo
I am losing my mind, He's faded in space

He left me broken and took my time. 
I found his legs and broke them in half.

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