In every drop of tone and illness
Of the past, and the future
You know, my heart has been broken
But I love her more than her stories —
more than the secrets she held within
And when I am alone,
Not as others were — I have heard —
within the skies above a secret communing,
None so memorial than as of her past,
And of her future
I will let it be buried, and fall apart,
I will let it be hanged over,
And let the mystery binds me
Because In every depth of loneliness—
of restless nights
You know, when my heart had been broken
I could not love her more than she is now
Wherever she maybe—
Lies deep in the earth or soaring amid the stars
More than her past — more than her future—
In every drop of tone and illness; of the past, and future;
My heart has been broken but I love her more than her stories and the secrets she held within.
And when I am alone, not as others were,
I have heard within the skies above a secret communing; none so memorial than as of her past, and of her future.
I will let it be buried, and fall apart. I will let it be hanged over, and let the mystery binds me. Because in every depth of loneliness; in every restless nights when my heart had been broken—
I could not love her more than she is now, wherever she maybe, lies deep in the earth or soaring amid the stars
More than her past, and more than her future.
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