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Let your bitter heart race
As you chase your dreams
Still the empty embrace of loneliness
Is turning that heart of gold of yours to stone
Feeling the familiar frigid clutch
The stranglehold
Taste the angst that streams
Longing lonesome teardrops upon your somber features
Though those tears cannot extinguish the fire inside
An undying inferno in that soul
Waiting to be ignited by the unsuspected
Consuming, and purifying tainted loves passed
As the memories will blur, and burn to embers and ash.