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Dec 2014
The language of my heart
cries aloud
wants to be heard
though no ear be found decent

The language of my heart
burning or cooling
drying itself on its on rate
it follows no one

The language on my heart
speaks to you
yet you are too consumed
by the world's tune
whatever it does

Oh you do not understand the language of my heart
you never will
you never will
Written by
   --- and SPT
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