Bury the switchblade a foot deep in snow
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Silence is golden
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She loved him, you know
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Fold up his good shirts and dust off his robe
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The violence is over, they told her so
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Is it over? Is it over, I said, is it over? Is it?
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Her mind tears asunder the heartstrings below
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Years go by, still she cannot break the code
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The trauma has severed the flesh from the bone
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Guilt weighs so heavily on her soul
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Is it over? Is it over, I said, is it over? Is it?
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Veins stretched tight over a heart blue and cold
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Silence is made of gold
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Hurt is to have and to hold
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This is what she has been told
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Is it over? Is it over, I said, is it over? Is it?
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Someone speaks softly through the horror and pain:
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"Love has gone, but it could come again."
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Spring arrives quietly, warming her skin
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Her heart, now red, is beating again
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Oh, it's over
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Someone speaks softly
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Hannah Fury |