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Blame it on the heart.
If you hit me,
I will shake,
I will shake you off.
I woke up from a strange sleep,
Where in my dreams,
I had been throwing rocks far over the river,
And you stood on a hill,
That was lower than mine,
I was king of the world.
The sky ends when the sun comes up,
Instead of sleeping,
I stand with arms folded and feet wide apart,
I stare tiredly at the same old heavens,
Where I feel the inklings of a new regret,
That I blame,
Blame it on the heart.