What do hearts desire
If not to be joined by others
In a dance so sweet and innocent
That it lights them afire
What do hearts desire
If not to be set free from care
So to rise up and up away
Till only angels can fly any higher
What do hearts desire
If not to be swept with tides
Of ideas and epiphanies
That only the living can acquire
What do crying hearts desire
If not to be free from desire
Me, me, me
- Sith Fisto
- A million names, a million faces. A friend, a foe, a distant acquaintance. What I am depends on what you see, what you want me to be. But in truth I am nothing like that, I'm nothing you think I am. I'm not anyone. I'm me.
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