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Last time I saw you
we had just split in two.
You were looking at me,
I was looking at you.
You had a way so familiar,
that I could not recognize,
'cause you had blood on your face
I had blood in my eyes.
But I could swear by your expression
that the pain down in your soul
was the same as the one down in mine.
That's the pain that cuts a straight line
right through the heart.
We call it love.