When I felt a tender pain in my chest,
I quickly knew it was my heart
What else tugs at your soul as a test
What else pulls your strings with art
What else cradles your soul with a knife
I quickly knew it was my heart
What else kindles fire in your soul
Both to comfort you and burn you
What hurts you whilst delighting you
It’s like lying down in a bed of roses
Just that every rose is a scented serpent
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