I thought that heart of stone,
What it is empty and dead:
Let the fire in the heart languages
like - anything to him.
And sure enough: I was not hurt,
A painful so does a little bit.
And it's better enough,
Blow, blow out while you can ...
at heart as dark as a tomb,
I knew that I was a lot of fire ...
Well ... and the fire was extinguished,
And I'm dying in the smoke.
Innocent Ann
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