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1. My heart has been given to nettle,
To the power I felt at
а forgotten grave landmark,
My heart had been pierced with these needles
Strong, thin and sharp,
incredibly pricky.
My heart has to fall by the roadside
Thrown out of the window
while somebody drives.
Chorus:
It gives me out as it beats
When something’s mine or isn’t mine.
It shouts under its own breath,
When trouble can’t be left behind.
It’s both a flower and a stone,
It’s both a fire and a drop,
It always shows me where to go
And has the last thing to remind.
2. My heart has to wait be found
In moral coma at a boarded-up house,...
My heart will be layed under the couch
To die there slowly, breathing out the dust.
My heart keeps late autumn inside,
Questions of birds
Crying “why?“ in the skies.
Chorus:
It gives me out as it beats,
When something’s mine or isn’t mine.
It shouts under its own breath,
When trouShow more
