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The Fool
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Tales of the Heart How the heart knows no end,
even if all alone its left to fend
and all it wants is a friend
to together have their time spent.
A soul misguided becomes cold,
led through a storm with nothing to hold
No matter how strong, no matter how bold,
Despite all his cares, if it no one told,
All alone it will grow and die of old.
The body is the carrier, container of all,
it hides the heart and soul as an impenatrable wall.
Together they work as one so that neither may fall,
But one day you'll find that someone has them enthral
and until neither work, for them through despair you'd crawl.
