An iron rose will never wilt
An ice-cold heart won’t break
Protect it from the world around
And cover it with stone
An iron rose rusts in the vase
The ice-cold heart will melt
Statues serve as pigeons’ roosts
The greatest always fall
A wilted rose is of no use
A broken heart won’t mend
Until you open it again
Casting stones breaks only bones
Protect yourself from all the world
And never live at all
Or open up and die inside
Will you live or hide?
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