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Love's the funeral of hearts and an ode for cruelty, 
When angels cry blood on flowers of evil in bloom. 
The funeral of hearts and a plea for mercy 
When love is a gun separating me from you. 

She was the sun shining upon 
the tomb of your hopes and dreams so frail

He was the moon painting you,
with its glow so vulnerable and pale.

Love's the funeral of hearts and an ode for cruelty, 
When angels cry blood on flowers of evil in bloom. 
The funeral of hearts and a plea for mercy 
When love is a gun separating me from you.

She was the wind carrying in all the troubles and fears, 
you've for years tried to forget.

He was the fire restless and wild 
and you were like a moth to the flame.

The heretic seal beyond divine, 
a prayer to god who's deaf and blind
The last rites for souls on fire, 
three little words and a question why?

Love's the funeral of hearts and an ode for cruelty, 
When angels cry blood on flowers of evil in bloom. 
The funeral of hearts and a plea for mercy 
When love is a gun separating me from you.
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