by Tim Mathis
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Broken dreams, With endless themes, Lie dead upon the night.
To dark to see, The way to be, To weak to make a fight.

Broken chains, Of loves remains, To short to claim the soul.
The wound will stay, Another day, Till time can mend the hole.

Broken hearts, That just can't start, To understand their strife.
The pains are strong, But not for long, A new love comes to life

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