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My heart is dead, All my dreams merely Whispers on the wind. All the hope that I stored Has
crumbled at my feet - The shards of our love. I've waited and tried To be what you wanted, Asking only for
your love, But all I received was pain, A dead heart, And shattered teardrops.
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