Sleep now my heart, you are needed not,
For you bing me only pain,
I curse your many open wounds,
As you writhe with them in vain.

I have seen what you seek in anothers face,
I have heard you call her name,
And felt the weight around you grow,
You cannot take the strain.

Let her go, and move along,
Let cold become your pain,
For we have felt this hurt before,
And doubtless, shall again.
 
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