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The heart has a myriad notes
It’s sometimes warm, sometimes cold;
It’s sometimes heavy, sometimes light;
It’s sometimes sad, sometimes happy
It’s sometimes giving, sometimes receiving;
It’s sometimes mourning, sometimes celebrating;
It’s sometimes despondent, sometimes cheerful;
It’s sometimes all hate and sometimes all love;
Often my heart needs someone to pour itself out
It sometimes finds one and sometimes I just
Whisper it all to the greens in my garden.
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