My heart doth bleed
As do I rise like a carrion body
As the light upon my window doth break.
And by each day my soul is shatterd
By those who doth be the butchers of hearts.
As the butchers of hearts do rear once more,
I rest mine head and be carried away by my dreams,
Or nightmares perhaps.
But doth do I rise again
And twice my heart doth bleed.
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