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My heart can't be broken
You may try
But all you'll get is a fistful of ash
When I was you my heart burned
With passion, with anger, with love
It warmed me and kept me alive
In an environment so harsh your tears would free
But times and climate changed
And in the warmth the fire was no longer needed
So I let it die down
All that was left in my chest
Was crumbling black ash
Easily sired by the wind
Slowly falling
And softly covering the memories
Of how it's supposed to feel
My heart can't be broken
You may try
But all you'll get is a fistful of ash
You may try
But all you'll get is a fistful of ash
When I was you my heart burned
With passion, with anger, with love
It warmed me and kept me alive
In an environment so harsh your tears would free
But times and climate changed
And in the warmth the fire was no longer needed
So I let it die down
All that was left in my chest
Was crumbling black ash
Easily sired by the wind
Slowly falling
And softly covering the memories
Of how it's supposed to feel
My heart can't be broken
You may try
But all you'll get is a fistful of ash
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Surviving by the fire, and then have the courage to let it go out to be able to let people close, and only afterwards realizing what you've lost?
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