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Bury the switchblade a foot deep in snow Silence is golden She loved him, you know Fold up his good shirts and dust off his robe The violence is over, they told her so Is it over? Is it over, I said, is it over? Is it? Her mind tears asunder the heartstrings below Years go by, still she cannot break the code The trauma has severed the flesh from the bone Guilt weighs so heavily on her soul Is it over? Is it over, I said, is it over? Is it? Veins stretched tight over a heart blue and cold Silence is made of gold Hurt is to have and to hold This is what she has been told Is it over? Is it over, I said, is it over? Is it? Someone speaks softly through the horror and pain: "Love has gone, but it could come again." Spring arrives quietly, warming her skin Her heart, now red, is beating again Oh, it's over From Letras Mania