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Come, to me, all who are weary and burdened,

take up your sorrows like fine jewelry

and don't hide them at all

but instead come to me.

I'm bleeding too

and it just goes to show

you're not alone in this world, all abandoned

for I'll be the shoulder to cry on

only come to me.

Those burning tears are like countless diamonds

shimmering, they sing to the night sky

with some sort of ethereal wisdom.

"It's not a sin to be broken."

I too, have walked a path that led to pain.

I too, have lost it all with much to gain.

I lost the smile in my bleeding heart

and parted ways with hope.

But one thing of me did not forsake,

my love remains so distantly

crying out

and singing,

like a lover in the night,

"Come to me."