The heart cannot go on
if it does not have the path
to the soul.
The keys; why so dusty?
Age will not harm what is immortal

The keys; why are you cold?
When I am right here.
My heart; it cannot go on
without the path
to my soul.
The path cannot go there
without the soul.

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