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Singing a song 
Like writing a poem

Is somebody giving up hope.

Dead in the throat

Love appears lost

But it's built in the bones.

Love can be true.

Love is for fools.

Out with the old, in with the new.

When you carry on

Scars don't quite heal.

But something you feel 

Just might be real.

How to know love

Or fall into some arms?

How to appear 

Like you've never been scared?