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My heart, my heart, what is my heart?
A snow flake that lands upon your brow,
A loving tear when we depart
That lands on open palms that feeling allow;
My heart, my heart, of amber ash
That burns and fades, and burns to fade
When stars don't flicker by your dash,
And moonlight on no beauty parade.
Do you exist, do I exist,
When moments like these take us to leave
And sorrow with passion persist,
And all undreamt make us but grieve?