See through.

Give it nurture, hope it grows
Will it blossom? No-one knows
Nothing changes, somethings wrong
Maybe it’s been dead too long
Scoop it up, hold it tight
Pray it makes it through the night
And though in this we are engrossed
An empty heart is still a ghost

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