I would rather a broken heart.
Love immeasurably shattered,
Its shards strewn and far flung
Because then could I idly hope
To pick up all the pieces.
My heart was stolen
And though I know the thief
I can report no crime.
Now lesser I am,
Still better it is
To live crippled by what was
Than never to know
What could have been.
Love immeasurably shattered,
Its shards strewn and far flung
Because then could I idly hope
To pick up all the pieces.
My heart was stolen
And though I know the thief
I can report no crime.
Now lesser I am,
Still better it is
To live crippled by what was
Than never to know
What could have been.
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