My broken heart can not be mended
my frozen blood forgot all passions
The lips were kissed when Christ appeared.
he left us then, but nothing's different.
My body's torn by ugly years .
I am like monk, that's starving harshly.
My face is happy, always smiling
my lonely Soul is full of tears.
My broken heart
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