A heart is a mountain made out of wood.
With roots that stretch
to the depths of the earth.
And we hate and we fear
that we'll ever get burned,
as our heart stands,
inflammable, waiting
its turn. Waiting its test,
as an infinite fuel
awaits its birth..
It will burn forever and never run out.
The thing in my nature that makes me
your man, and leaves me no doubt,
is the end and all
of the things
That I am.
And it will not learn
nature dies,
but it will not learn.
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