Seven Minutes in Heaven

Seven minutes until the strike
And it’s back to pumpkins and tatters
Every second that passes by
Another piece of my heart shatters

Seven minutes toward what good
When I shall be forever yours
What good is a swift kiss
When all of me this ring secures

Seven minutes a fleeting drop
Of what our future has in store
And yet I can’t see past
My tear-stained heart upon the floor


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