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Stare... I´ve pulled out the heart what to humour your whim Hold it... your hands... such cold and severe I don´t believe in your cold... I don´t believe in your callousness I don´t believe in a shadow above my headboards... I don´t believe Shadow... the unique gift from you I press to heart... I feel nothing And with every beat You leave me... with every suffering ... the unique gift from you I press to heart... I feel nothing And with every breath