Bleeding over you
These times can hurtBut so do you
A thorn in my heart
A sword in my side
You said you would catch me
I found out you lied
Bleeding over you
These times can hurtPoetry is what is lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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