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Then a silence so heavy, broken hearts fall from throats When heaven is remembered but never seen Through hearts shaped like kaleidoscopes Eternally the sun has set to mourning And contoured are the backgrounds On the canvas to which our lives are painted Through hearts shaped like kaleidoscopes Through hearts shaped like kaleidoscopes Through hearts shaped like kaleidoscopes Through hearts shaped like kaleidoscopes like kaleidoscopes Like kaleidoscopes, like kaleidoscopes