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There is something I havent told you...
A secret I've never told.
A promise I've always held...
a contract I've never sold...

My love for you is true and dear..
my emotions are deep and sincere...
My agony rests upon my heart,
and with your love such pain does depart...

The past is a phantom that haunts us all...
...it's a shadow that haunts us all.
Fainting pain will lead to no truth,
but growth from which, I have grewth.

I am frail, I am fragile.
Though I hail I am agile.
Holy is the name of the heart,
of which I will continue to take part.

My love rests upon the breast of the nourish bussom,
and now I rest heavenly, upon the godly rum.