Given the way, the days go by
he asks her why her heart's so cold
Taking his hand, she understands,
why so few lovers ever grow old
Down the trail they walk in veiled
conversation, hiding pain
Never before had so much more
than coursing love between them lain
Promises made and hearts displayed
in quiet whispered lovers' songs
Held up to the burning Fire
the words speak liar, the notes sound wrong
Holding on, the vanishing dawn,
the fading light of lovers' glow
The hardest part of broken hearts
is learning how to just let go
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