I may speak
your language,
I may share
Your sausage.
I may bald my head
with you I can be glad,
with you cry
I may cry,
with your wings flutter
I may fly.
With your pupil
I may see,
For you, all I have
I may free.
Everything may be false
But,
how can be my own pulse!
All mine are thine
only the beating of
the heart
can't be mine!
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