Night fell over the hallowed heart every corner ripped apart, she choose to see the wrath it would bring. She sang her song she did learn, it could mend the scariest dreams. She knew of pain in a burning heart, he put his ashes in an empty jar.
When he spoke in a night that long, all she knew he needed a happy song. Time paused by to make them see, he knew her and she knew him. He wrote of pain with bliss of ink, but she knew of bliss and beauty of ink.
Then she asked him to live his life, she had a spell to hold him tight. He felt some warmth in the Journey of plight, all she did was put herself by his side. He read so well of a heart that smiles, she knew of smiles and a heart that hides.
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