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Love Is Dead And Makes No Sound

A   Love lays dead upon the ground
B  His heart has been ripped out yet again
A    Pride rarely even makes a sound
A    Love lays dead on the ground
A    Faith is nowhere to be found  
B    Nowhere to be seen is love's young friend
A    Love lays bleeding upon the ground
B    His heart has been ripped out yet again.
WordWeaver
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Love is dead. Pride doesn't dare utter a sound and Faith is nowhere to be seen. It's a bad day for Love. First attempt at a trifold poem.
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