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How to tell what is in a heartWithout the mind in the way
How to tell what is felt
If it is thinking that we pay
Confusion has found me
As I am here all alone
Though so many may sorround me
My heart is like a stone
It been carelessly handled
And dropped so many times
That the glue used to bind it
Has withered all the vines
That keep my heart of lost passion
From feeling what it may
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