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Hearts
On the morning
Of the first day,
Of the month of hearts,
Do you feel
The beating,
Do you hear
The hearts,
I woke
Up at three,
Then again
Around five,
Yours was singing,
Come dance
I’m alive,
On the morning
Of the first day,
Of the month of hearts,
I can feel
The beating,
I can hear
Your heart.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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