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Someone
once asked me
Why
it was so hard to have a pure heart
And
I told him it wasn’t
He
says “How”?
I
say “Here’s how”
I
have a heart, whiter than a dove’s
No
blemish, no smoke
All
happy, all hope
All
smiles, all bright
All
beautiful, all green
No
judges, no foe.
I
have a hear
That
loves in a blink
And
expects no strings
Gracious
than grace
As
clean as plain
And
blue with life
Like
the sky so beautifully made.
I
have a heart
In
her.
Who
loved me in a grin
And
hugged me in a whim
Knowing
just my identity
Not
my face.
Not
my character.
Just
my name.
I
have a heart,
Pure
in Aanu,
Not
hard to behold
And
ever easy to show.
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