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My heart
My heart is filled with compassion for the poorest, With love for the ones who need it, With support and good advices for others, With pain and regrets - only for me. My heart is opened to my enemy, I’m capable to tell him what to do to succeed, It’s opened to the whole world, To everybody...but for me. My heart is laughing at every good news, It trembles when someone is happy, Big tears of joy fall down for anybody, Except for me. Then it bleeds down. My heart is the friend of those who need one, The Professor of those who need to learn, The Fairy for all those unhappy, The worst enemy for its possessor. My heart cries. It listened to your stories, It gave you best advisory, It claimed nothing bad was going on, And now it died – once again all alone. 14 August, 2005
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