A Synthetic Heart
Dear brother,
are you listening?
Its me shouting here.
Here I stand.
Ready and back packed.
See,
What I carried,
a bottle full of salty tears.
Let us now together,
Head to China.
A country of :
- hope,
- faith and
- miracles.
Then we will,
Sell our heart,
which has:
- a punctured valve.
We shall then:
- smile, jump with a joy.
- shout and laugh,
- chatter and flatter,
- Love and stab.
Let us come back with a synthetic heart.
Selling ours with a worthless purity one.
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