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Hopefully. There's still some hope for me. Before I get buried six feet deep. covered in dirt from head to feet. Hope not to meet defeat at no time soon. I just want to play melodies at the sound of your tune. In broad daylight, when the sun is high in the noon. You're the water that excites the flowers to bloom. You struck me right in the heart, I'm stunned down to the roots. I can't believe it was stolen. I think that's my heart she just took.