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This Heart
CA (July 28,1958 / Hinesville, Georgia)

This Heart

Somewhere past the setting sun
close to where the rivers run
Wrapped in cloaks of evergreen
never heard and never seen

Never held and never taken
there is a heart thats been forsaken

Here in the darkness it was born to die
hidden away from your cat-like eyes
and hope now fades as I realise -
We will always be apart

Never will our two hearts beat in time
never will your lips linger on mine
As long as I am trapped in these clinging vines
you are lost to me

Listen to it now softly beating
waiting, wanting, watching, weeping
Until this yearning is forever sleeping
this heart will wait for you

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