I thought I was made of hard stone,
And I thought I would never melt.
But I erupted and I'm melting, now I'm liquid. I've melted.
I'm a mountain full of stones, eternal and proud,
But she walked by, and I saw her, and I've melted.
I'm made of every heat proof material,
But she smiled, and I noticed her, and I've melted.
I have killed the emotions within me, I'm solid, I'm a rock,
But she spoke, and I heard her, and I've melted.
I'm liquid, I'm achromic, I have melted.
Then she walked, smiled and spoke, and I've vanished.
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