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                 METAPHOR OF HEARTS

           The bird said if you ever decide to love me,

           I hope you have two hearts with you to give me one ...
           The last one who told me that he loves me so much,
           deeply entered my old heart, made it fall apart and melt
           away ..

           Since then, I fly high without a heart with the clouds of
           the company ..

           So, if you love me, keep that in mind, I'll need a heart ... a
           loan heart ...

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