What I hold in my heart, 'tis true, no man should ner' tell
These pictures and sounds, one ought not take out of it's shell
So deep within, burried they ly, grudgingly clung to my soul
Rotting away a sweet fragrance, that once filled this empty hole
No more shall my spirit and body, take part as a refuge, for all that is kind
That which was once, has now become, forever untwined
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