The memories are all delicate (thin & worn)(like in a bed sheet) The eyes are wet, these are wet, these are wet The bed sheet is thin and worn, thin and worn That which was yours, that which was mine In my lines (of fate), you’ve written separation Inside my heart, after igniting a fire, O Lord
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