My scarlet heart
I don’t protect,
we lightly part,
I dance away.
Just anyone
can touch, or pat,
or throw, or drop it,
night and day.
Just anyone, it may attract,
can pick it up and bring it back.
My scarlet heart –
it has no sense,
it has no job,
no purpose true.
It is not bad –
it’s innocence,
I got without it
things to do.
So night or day –
we split at once:
I let it lay
and rush to dance.
Someone would stare, would care or would
just crush it with his heavy boot.
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