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Death of the World


My heart broke into fragments When I left, Unfortunately, You asked me to leave But I wish I stayed another day. I have traveled searching for you My lost love. Who wished for my longevity and Damaged my soul by this Separation between us. I am searching for my heart, I must find it before the world dies, Last I seen it, it buried me in the sands of time, Leaving my love behind. Where can I find my love? Where can I find him, My lost heart is dying with ache If I can’t find him, I hope he finds me With love in his heart and his soul, I must find my love, Long since lost to time, Many have found love So why can’t I? I am searching for my heart, I must find it before the world dies, Last I seen it, it buried me in the sands of time, Leaving my love behind. I’ve seen Europe, I’ve seen Greece, I’ve seen Asia, I have seen disease, The disease destroyed life and families love. Why must I see such pain, Such despair, Of families torn apart, Yet all I can do is keep searching For my love Whom I lost before this all began. I am searching for my heart, I must find it before the world dies, Last I seen it, it buried me in the sands of time, Leaving my love behind. Why must everything good be destroyed By those who don’t understand That believe they are loved When they aren’t, When they are just jealous Of what they don’t have, That they must steal from everyone else. Love while you can, Because I can’t, Because I can’t. Searching for my love, Cannot seem to find Where he may be, Lost from my heart Is the ability to find love I am searching for my heart, I must find it before the world dies, Last I seen it, it buried me in the sands of time, Leaving my love behind. Where did he go with my heart?
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