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They say that time can heal all wounds,

of that I don't deny.

But can it mend a broken heart?

Can it sew a shattered soul?

And the time goes by.

Will my heart beat again?

Will it be made whole?

Your chest will never rise again.

Your touch never be warm.

I look into your glassy eyes,

And my emotions storm;

I'll hide away forever more.

Far from hate and love,

For I shall never forget, my heart.

And you, my bleeding dove.



Your blood shall forever stain my mind

No willpower could repair-

And you my dove, my unholy divine

Shall remain in the cleansing air.

They say time can heal all wounds.

But that I can deny.

For my heart shall be forever broken;

My soul forever shattered.

And all I'll have- as a permanent token-

a bleeding dove

My heart.

My Love.