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Inside it burns; to sing and shout, to let it out, my heart it yearns. For all these years, it's never died; the sneak and hide, too many tears. Inside it burns. To raise the roof, to tell the truth, so they may learn; Of love so strong. To hide is not, what fate has wrought. It won't be long. My heart it yearns; to let it out, to sing and shout. Inside it burns. © Jim Bullen 2/6/89 |