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Beat of Rain
  The beat of rain upon the land
  Broken teardrop in my hand
  Shattered remains upon the ground
  My beating heart the only sound
  A twisted tale chiseled in stone
  Stories forgotten as the voices drone
  Heart of ice, frozen in time
  Far away, bells start to chime
  The wind whispers through the trees
  Voices carried on each breeze
  Cries and sobs drown each bell
  Secrets kept that no one shall tell
  A tear cast aside that came to you
  Reflecting anger and lies turned true
  A tear that fell, yet went unshed
  An unseen symbol filled with dread
  Lonesome night to wash away
  Heart wrenching pain of another day
  The shattered pieces of a broken heart
  Sewn together yet fallen apart
  Broken tear the remains of a love
  That burst to flames sent above
  Heart of ice turned to stone
  These silent voices start to drone
  They tell these tales as though the end
  Was at their side until they send
  Each tale to lay before these lies
  Glittering shards of diamond eyes
  This heart of ice is the only link
  Chained in black bound by ink
  Surviving each day by only a drop
  Lest its beating was ever to stop
  As each day slowly wears on
  The last shreds of hope are long gone
  In the fields of glass, of diamond lies
  Unseen by all except dreaming eyes
  The spirits lie, awaiting the sacrifice
  That is to be this heart of ice.

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