The dragon breathes on my heart The vulture aims to claw it out No knife can make it hollow Though sharp, it tries No ice can freeze its flow Though cold, it cries The wise one's words Sting it not Nor does the beggar's laugh Make it rot My own lamented shout Does not tear it apart It's my heart It's my heart And none of these things Hurt me more Than the never you spoke It's my heart that you

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