Who goes there?
I heard a whisper in the wind.It called my name like an old school friend.
In and out, end to end. Bleeding heart is at the end.
I am not afraid of the voice I hear.
It calls me from the one I dear.
In and out, over again. Breaking heart is crawling near.
The voice is soft, the words are sweet.
This love of mine, Id like to meet.
In and out, you're gone its true. Broken heart, it cries for you.
Im sorry voice, I have to go.
Like the wind you are, get up and blow.
In and out, end to end. Bleeding heart is at the end.
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