Pure.
And if it's not too bold,
but who knows really how much my heart can hold?
I
need to know how much your heart can hold.
And in my hands, the word of solid gold.
A heart like ours is going to hurt.
It's not what you deserve.
It's the hopes,
the treasons that tie me to the ground.
Forgive me if I need love and if I'm not too strong.
But I've been
holding on forever and forever in too long.
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