touching fingertips
a murmur lips to lips
my heart hurts

sweetness on a breeze
and the rustle of leaves
hand in hand as it ends

fire burns with a different beat
vision blurred with tears and heat
the night lasting long and dark

hidden behind black shining eyes
you look at me and tell me lies
feeling so cold so torn

so torn
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Whoever stole the Sun, put it back and we'll drop all the charges!