Why so cold?
This heart is warm.
My heart is warm I say.
I say, look at these flowers, all for you.
Flowers for me too.
It's my nature.
I want what the warm heart wants. I want you.
You want warmth too, don't you dear?
I want you to be warm,
and flowering.
If not, I'll still be warm.
And if life is cold, remember,
this heart is warm and flowering.
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