Like crystal, so delicate, so rare...
Has broken at least a hundred times
Shards of dreams scattered here and there.
This heart of mine should steal away
To an island remote and still,
Where plunderous thieves remain at bay
Taking nothing they covet at will.
Yet, this heart of mine pumps steady and strong
Remaining in the midst of life...
Quietly beating a tender heart song
Despite its aching, despite my strife.
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