The droplets burn through my skin,
But I do not whine;
Pain and suffering begin
Yet it is all fine.
My flesh melts like a candle
Burned by fervent fire;
But what I cannot handle
Than pain far more dire
Is having the heart all bare
And burning apart;
The flesh may melt--I don't care--
But oh, not the heart.
But what
But I do not whine;
Pain and suffering begin
Yet it is all fine.
My flesh melts like a candle
Burned by fervent fire;
But what I cannot handle
Than pain far more dire
Is having the heart all bare
And burning apart;
The flesh may melt--I don't care--
But oh, not the heart.
But what





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