“So you save up your tears
For the moments alone
‘Till the splinters you gather
Leave you glass-hard and numb
And the same sun is shining
On the old and the young
On the saints and the sinners
On the weak and the strong

And there’s a burning and freezing
And a cross for a kiss
So she learns to stop dreaming
And you know how it is

With these fragments of love
And this splintering heart”

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