Hidden within the black brackish thorns
That I see as your heart, on which I was torn,
There was where the suffering and pain was borne
And why now I feel so scorned and forlorn.
Hidden within the black brackish thorns
That I see as your heart, on which I was torn,
There was where the suffering and pain was borne
And why now I feel so scorned and forlorn.
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