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The Heart
The day is filled with a sorrow felling,
That a heart was killed in battle.
A sad song, sung by a bird came singing
Along this sad news.
As the wind die down leaving summer without a breeze,
As the birds stop singing, and started to weep.
The flowers welted and the land dry out.
All becuz a heart was gone.
The stars dont shine no more,
The moon hides his face in shame,
The clouds cover the sun to hide its shine
For they all weep at this broken heart.
