the heart's been found under the layer of dusty rags.
so you're weren't heartless.
i held it fluttering in my hands.
and somehow the vision endevours me.
as you've never loved as people told,
you've been outcasted for all the false reasons.
we, the lunatics, we, the hopeless dreamers.
we, the lunatics
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