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By wistful Date: 2002 Apr 24 Comment on this Work [[2002.04.24.00.06.2724]] |
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I though the losing my heart In loving you was worth the risk. And now in tortured solitude I can't imagine it. And yet I want my battered heart to mend So I can toss it out again. For some new risky venture To have my soul indentured. . . Ah to be locked in true love's keeping Heart and soul protected Never was such freedom found As in its safe and sure surround |