Why weep for a heart you've freely given,
When the chest itself holds no soul's haven?
If the heart is gone, why the tongue's lament?
Is this the test, this torment's art?
When your soul is already broken apart,
Why must my trial be your intent?
What love, what faith, when the head must bleed?
If breaking is all, a cruel decree,
Then, heart of stone, why the threshold's threat?
What love, what faith, when the head must bleed?
If breaking is all, a cruel decree,
Then, heart of stone, why the threshold's threat?
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