When an over impassioned heart runs for love
It finds logic hard to follow.
When a scream-torn throat is fed defeat
It finds it hard to swallow.
And when a terrified soul suspects the same
In a hopeless bed it’ll wallow
Waiting for the instant of those words
Expected to leave it hollow.

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