HETZUSJEVAN.

I spoke too soon, it seems, for you made a home in my dreams.

While I slept you kept running yourself through my head,

Like you wanted to say "I won't be dead yet."

I said, "You don't understand. They stole it; love's been so unfair to me."

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Love swept in like a storm and ripped the hinges from the doors.

Love poured in like a flood, I couldn't stop it anymore. I will not be drowned."

"Lover, come and hold me, I am terribly afraid.

While you're shouting at the stars, my scars are not fading away."