I have got a fleshy heart for you,
but you give me not the openness I deserves;
I know I owe you not,
but you have tak’n to owe me now,
causing me much pains in my heart that loves you.
O, see how I wand’r now
in the sea of worries and troubles
like a mad wind chasing nothing,
for you refuse to embrace my heart in your stony heart.
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