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[spally]

was it not my heart that let me know not love,
put pain and anguish in loves place.
my heart is that embers from a burning forest.
knowing not to care or show compation for what lies in wake.
for, tell me now, what is love to fire, if that is all my heart,
a burning ember upon my life, resinging in my chest.
my concept, for what is life to live without love to see me through.
let it matter not for what my words might bring,
yet let them bring upon new meaning of love.
let it be know that love brings with it an everlasting pain.