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If you want my heart to split,
Either look at me a bit
Or turn your face away;
It will fragment anyway. (My heart)
When your random glance
Runs into mine by chance,
Glowed by its burning heat,
My heart is about to split.
When you aren’t in the hall
There isn’t any warmth at all
And, frozen through your lack, (due to)
My heart is ready to crack.