The Heart
The Heart
The moon calls to a blue heart
The trees bow to the ground and
Shadows dance in the night
A lonely heart cries for company
The sun rises, and the heart dances
in coppery fields
The daisies smell of love,
and the grass is sweet to running feet
The sky dims, and all can hear the night sounds
The Heart yearns for a hand to hold,
Another heart to love
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