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A Broken Heart

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BROKEN.

Out of the light, [[strikethrough]] and [[/strikethrough]] the splendor,
There cometh a sudden start,
'Tis the lyre that, weary of bending.
Has broken its burdened heart.

Out of the sunlit heavens,
Fall a  [[strikethrough]] lark [[/strikethrough]] bird with a broken wing [[right margin]] [[strikethrough]] bird? [[/strikethrough]][[/right margin]]
Hushed is the lyre for ever,
[[strikethrough]] And the bird will never sing. [[/strikethrough]] Stet
[[strikethrough]] Mind no more shall this warbler sing. [[/strikethrough]]