Little Heart

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Keep hearts clean and open No short cuts to reopen Spray the fragrance with smile Continue with vigor for meanwhile It must receive no tears Sans pain and no more fears No more shocks to bear Beats always normal to be heard by ears Only part of the body and so sensitive Love to see and think always positive No one should be show ever disrespect Nobility and divinity reflected in all the acts Never say unpleasant words Hurt someone and retreat as cowards Heart may not show its displeasure But feel strangulated for sure Let good shine be adored on face Make to feel and proud of human race Even of something goes wrong in case Leave it then and there without making chase Feel pulses of richness that heart has It has its own arena and base It may widen influence on all Respond to love and politely call

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