And the string broke,
Leaving the note unfinished and half-sung…
So beautiful was the song that was playing
That every ear wanted to hear more of it and enjoy the bliss
And it sung into higher peaks and sometimes went low, but
It always kept singing, as though it would never end…
And I was floating in that slenderness feeling overwhelmed
Yet everything was just to fall and break like a brittle glass…
And the pieces scattered so wide and away
And I walked over it, only for my feet to bleed and fill the floor with
My passion of love, red,
It slaughtered into the depths of pain that my mind could hold
Repetition was just repeating, and I never got the answer to
Why only pain was following me, bereavement,
I wished the song could replay…replay in my ears till I die…
Alas, the string is broken, yet an unsung song, may it replay…
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