your heart
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Your heart is a muscle, it contracts and relaxes again and again until the day that it doesn’t. Until the day you will no longer need it. But it is still a muscle
I carry it with me
Wherever I go
Beats now and then
Always too slow
I hope it beats once again
I’ll give it back to you, and we’ll be just friends
So here is your heart
Keep it safe my dear
