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Excuse me! is that your heart on
the floor? I'm sorry I didn't see it lying there and I think I stepped on it. Which heart? You
mean this old thing. Why I hardly know I have it anymore. The pain went
away and so did the desires. The passion went dry but the heart kept on
fire. I now know the mystery of what love will be. If you just give love
and never get let love, you better leave love alone.
There is a reason why blood is the color red. Love and
hate do run in the same vein. It's all dark purple a little blackish until
the light of air hits it. Then it is the hue we see today. All the holes
will bubble with a popping sound as they leave the dieing muscle. Then
with one last contraction life as we know it is gone. But the heart will
pump on. Which heart? This heart.
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THIS IS THE HEART
Which
is the heart that has suffered most of the pain
Which
is the heart, This is the heart
And
which is the heart that is dry but will pump all the same
Which
is the heart, This is the heart
and
show me the heart that can feel all alone in a crowd
Which
is the heart, This is the heart
And
which is the heart that is dieing to cry right out loud
Which
is the heart, This is the heart
This
is the heart
And who knows the mystery of what love will be
When your up in heaven, that heart will be?
When your up in heaven, that heart will be?
When your up in heaven, that heart will be?
Which
is the heart that has suffered all of the pain
Which
is the heart, This is the heart
And
which is the heart that is dry but will pump all the same
Which
is the heart, This is the heart
and
show me the heart that can feel all alone in a crowd
Which
is the heart, This is the heart
And
which is the heart that is dieing to cry right out loud
Which
is the heart, This is the heart
This
is the heart
Which
is the heart, This is the heart
This
is the heart
Which
is the heart, This is the heart
This
is the heart
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