Your heart is such a precious thing
And easy to be broken
When young, you trust it to others
Expecting them to trust, theirs to you
But as life moves through time
And it’s dropped and dropped again
You give it less and less
Till its preciousness is gone
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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