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With a ruthless hand
In shadows cold, you made your stand,
With all the nerve yet none of the spine
You broke my heart with a ruthless hand
The bed you chose, I wish lies unmanned,
A ghostly hollow of your design
In shadows cold, you made your stand
True friends arise, they understand,
But your treachery wears a warmer sign
You broke my heart with a ruthless hand
You left me here to face the sand
Your whispered promises malign;
In shadows cold, you made your stand
Each tear I shed is carved; but you planned,
Yet still, I rise from this decline;
You broke my heart with a ruthless hand
Oh, taste the bitterness claimed, unplanned;
The price of trust—now pain entwined;
In shadows cold, you made your stand;
You broke my heart with a ruthless hand
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