Chambers of my imagination
are full of pictures of you and me
of what could have been between us
if you weren't what you turned to be
sweet lies you told me
faked dreams you made me see
all are engraved in my heart
hidden under an oak tree
memories about you
sometimes come back to me
but the heart that loved you is dead
a poisonous potion set me free
I've a new heart now
growing
like a flourishing tree .
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