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| Naya's stuff.... |
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| In the moonlight I felt your heart, beating like a bowstring's pulse. In the woods at night you looked at me, Nobody knows your heart. When the sunlights' gone I see you, Beautiful and haunting but cold. Like the blade of a knife, So sharp and so sweet. Nobody knows your heart. All of your sorrow,grief and pain, Locked away in the forest of the night. Your secret heart belongs to the wood. Of the things that sigh in night, Of the things that cry in the dark..... |