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Hands are shaking, heart is pounding Now that it isn’t sewed to yours There is still an echo sounding I feel I haven’t felt for years Veins are burning, full of fire Pain and misery in every cell The only thing I do admire Is that I although will get well The ballad of our souls is written And you did add a darker part Full of pain I am admitting You truly know to do your art In my mind the crows are singing Telling tales of bitter sweet Boundings which are bringing Hearts to die and hearts to beat