There is a time when the heart beats fast
A time when it is open to the tenderest of love
A time when it can soar to the highest of heights
When it can be lifted as if upon the wings of an eagle

There is a time when the heart mourns
A time when all is lost
A time when sorrow fills it to the brim
When it slowly, painfully sinks into the deepest of valleys

There is a time.

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