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Unsure hearts beat in rapid splendor

Oblivious of the fall they're about to take

Tears shed on pillows shared

Leave deep impressions on tarnished souls

Love does slumber beneath the breast

So masked in fear as to be thought lost

O' Love, O' Life, without one, the other ceases to be

Stewards of the soul, our hearts beat fierce

Love isn't worth having, if you're not afraid to lose it

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