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Deal with the two mysteries
Of creation: life and death
I wait for a new life to come,
I wait to smell the breath.

"The world to me's a secret,
Which I desire to divine."
Something is at work in my soul,
Which I cannot assign.

And so my heart doesn't beat for you no more,
It doesn't beat for you no more,
It doesn't beat for you no more.
And all it does is feeling sore.

It doesn't beat for you no more,
It doesn't beat for you no more,
It doesn't beat for you no more.
And all it does is feeling sore.

Mortality's no secret,
For the dream is long long gone.
Myself is a place where no one
Wants to stay for long.

And so my heart doesn't beat for you no more,
It doesn't beat for you no more,
It doesn't beat for you no more.
And all it does is feeling sore.

It doesn't beat for you no more,
It doesn't beat for you no more,
It doesn't beat for you no more.
And all it does is feeling sore.

The summer months passed in heart and soul
Never did fields bestow a more plentiful harvest
That withered so slow

He who believes his native town
To be the world, may rest assured.
But I learned the loss of hope and innocence
And both are not to be cured.

And so my heart doesn't beat for you no more,
It doesn't beat for you no more,
It doesn't beat for you no more.
And all it does is feeling sore.

It doesn't beat for you no more,
It doesn't beat for you no more,
It doesn't beat for you no more.
And all it does is feeling sore.

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