Today I opened my heart
to hear my own song.
She lives in there and
sings.
I close it after, so
she does not fly away.
The nest is dry and the thoughts hungry.
Still, she sings when i open my heart.
Whose heart is this ? Whose song ?
to hear my own song.
She lives in there and
sings.
I close it after, so
she does not fly away.
The nest is dry and the thoughts hungry.
Still, she sings when i open my heart.
Whose heart is this ? Whose song ?
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