Take back what should be mine, and mine only,
Your eyes, your hollow heart and its dying beats,
Why bother giving gifts that you refuse to part with,
Take back the gifts, wrappings, and the ribbons too,
This memory of your hand handing them,
If you can, take them too.
Your eyes, your hollow heart and its dying beats,
Why bother giving gifts that you refuse to part with,
Take back the gifts, wrappings, and the ribbons too,
This memory of your hand handing them,
If you can, take them too.
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