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I would defend your honour to the ends of earth, hell and back
Just to have your heart returned to you
The loss I feel that your heart has been stolen
The heartache I partake when your soul is worn

Let me mend the parts which have been broken
Let me seal your wounds with a kiss
That such wrongs have been done to you
I cannot fathom

You should not suffer
I do not want you to suffer any more.