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40° 38' 19.392" N, 73° 53' 41.388" W

I see the hearts of two
Beat as one
Yet a companion for mine
There is none
And it turns yellow


I see passion's gate open
Even as the drumbeat ceases
Yet every day I die
From the heart's many diseases
And it turns yellow


I see the fire
That burns with mighty affection
But when it comes to heartbreaks ashes
I happen to have a collection
And mine turns yellow


I see the Romeo and Juliet story
Of death for loves protection
My heart has died many of times
As to it there is no resurrection
And it is yellow

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