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A fickle heart is what I own,
Cast down upon me so many years ago,
Afraid to love,
Afraid to hurt.

Pitter-pattering delicately,
In my chest it aches,
For now it yearns for you,
However, it will never be subdued.

A fickle heart is not worth the pursuit,
The end will bear no fruit,
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