Volcano

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Time flies

Day after day

Night after night

Upon my heart

A glacier mountain

grows.

Its seems freezy and frosty

But!

At any time, 

It may erupt

It's a volcano

A volcano of bursting tears—

Melted that icy mountain

And now

Upon my heart, 

A garden

Of fragrant roses.

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