I wish a man had two hearts,
and each one strong and active;
If ones of them is fallen apart,
life would not be difficult to live.
These hearts, be made of stone,
that may not be hurt by allure;
No pain tortures for being alone,
remains itself spotless — pure.
Then no one can make it suffer,
of pains, feelings or ignorances;
It would go on well without scar,
just working for our existences.
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