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Oh! Bleeding Heart Of Mine…

Oh! bleeding heart of mine…
Sore and all bruised,
Hurt and so misused.
Like to soothe you,
But my throat is so sore…

Since you in this prison place,
I want the grass so green.
Where daisys are blooming,
Where poppys are singing,
And the fragrant bed of roses…

I like to place my hands,
On the music strands.
Play a beautiful melody,
To put you to sleep,
And you are dreaming flee…

I know you bleed inside,
For the sacrifices you did.
Will cup my hands together,
For each and every drop to gather.
For each and every drop is so precious to me…

© 2012 Pimmi Nag