The heart it beats
So strong it beats,
Crimson shaded
So deeply jaded
A rose with thorn.
The heart it lies,
Oh how it will lie
Bleak and hollow
Listen, the sigh.
Petals once vibrant
Curl up silently
Crumbling, falling
Brittle and dry.
Beating beating...
Slowly fading
Suddenly ceasing
Eventually to die.
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Silent.
