The Bold
You open my heart with a knife and left me to bleed all night
The wound is so deep but you left me screaming on the street
Daylight found me on the street side and my heart was alive for a hundred
and ten seconds and I Felt destiny holding my hand
And the minstrel appears out of nowhere and parade through the street
and I could hear their spirit weep.
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