Gift of the heart
It hurts to watch you cry
Every drop cuts my heart to pieces
My eyes are red and swollen
I know I did something wrong
But don't tell me to let you go
The stage is so painful
For the heart still confesses
Its sad repentance
That you are special as its vessels
For my body is dead without you
You touched my heart
You of all beings changed my life
That's why my greatest adoration belongs to you
I plead for one more chance
Let me share my last days on earth with you
I will never offer you
The best fashion of all kind
But I promise you one thing
The gift of the heart
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