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| Memories of Mim My life came to an end, No light, No love, No truth, Not even hate within your heart, Just hate of being a lone. The dreams and wishes Are now all worthless. The heart of mine that once beat has stopped. The tears of joy, Are now of hurt. And the only thing I can do Is stand in the blood of my own body, And call out his sweet name. He might not come; He might just sit and laugh. But the memories of his gentle touch, And the love he once had Will be what my heart beats, When Itake my last breath. |
| Shall our heart Die in such a sweet Quench. Love till death. Live forever in eachother. Bring new love and forget each pain. |