i see a heart there, fallen, broken, bleeding
to whom do you belong, dear lonely heart?
tell me, who did this foul thing, impeding
love and happiness, tore you apart?
speak now the name, and i with all my might
shall seek to bring for you some recompense.
open your silent mouth and scream the spite
of he who stoops to such a low offense.
but one moment; if the name you hate
bears likeness to mine own, then hold your tongue.
for surely my pure heart is clean as slate
no such blemish in me could be hung.
if you should ask me, “sir, why should i think
that you might be the one that i despise?”
i have no answer, and i will only shrink
away from you, who saw right through my lies.
if you will speak but lies into my ears
then i shall help you, and also myself.
i will be able to hide from my fears
and keep them well away on my heart’s shelf
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