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What would I give for a heart of flesh to warm me through, / Instead of this heart of stone ice-cold whatever I do; / Hard and cold and small, of all hearts the worst of all.
What would I give for words, if only words would come; / But now in its misery my spirit has fallen dumb: / O, merry friends, go your way, I have never a word to say.
What would I give for tears, not smiles but scalding tears, / To wash the black mark clean, and to thaw the frost of years, / To wash the stain ingrain and to make me clean again.