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My heart is not lonely or broken
It's not of ice or of gold
Nowhere has my heart ever spoken to me
When our love has grown cold
I felt not the winters fludder
When you brushed my cheek as you passed
Nor will I never reclutter
My life with these things that don't lie
Be still my heart my heart be still..
If hour ice should meet that so be it no need to trouble the heart
That is sitting when noone can free it
only to tear it apart
Be still my heart, my heart be still..
Be wear, be still my heart..
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