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What's the point

What’s the point of that heart which doesn’t dream to meet you,
 
This life ones belonged to me but now it feels like it’s no longer mine.
 
The wind carry’s our love and lots of bewitching, magical memories of the past.
 
Night sky fills itself with thousands of stars that lock and hide our desires, secrets and wishes.
 
Come back to me and mend this broken heart.

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