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Trying to free
Scattered around on the floor
All the things of a boy
The armor and the plans for war
All meaningless but wonderful
Caught in the caves on my hearts trampoline
I can not be traced no I can not be seen
I lie in my tomb but still suffer the pain
The vision of you now is all that remains
Oh it burns my eyes
But love is great
And love's divine
To me
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