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I sit in my room thinking of you
Thinking if my dreams would come true,
Truth to say i wish they would
And if they would all will be good,
If all is good i could cal it love
Love that drifted down from above,
From up above the clouds will sit
Sit untill my wrist were split,
Split in lines then it would rain
Rain with tears to heal my pain,
The pain i feel is nothing new
But new enough that blood has drew ,
It drew a line deep though my heart
Now my heart has fallen apart..................