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The tender hearts (by Jacques Brel)
there are those whose heart is so wide
that you enter it without knocking
there are those whose heart is so wide
that you can only ever see half of it

there are those whose heart is so fragile
that you could break it with one finger
there are those whose heart is too fragile
to live like you and me

they have eyes full of flowers
eyes on the verge of fear
fear of missing the train
to Paris

there are those whose heart is so tender
that little birds use it to nest
there are those whose heart is too tender
half-men and half-angels

there are those whose heart is so vast
that they are always on a journey
there are those whose heart is too vast
to live without illusions

they have eyes full of flowers
eyes on the verge of fear
fear of missing the train
to Paris

there are those whose heart is on the outside
and who have no choice but to offer it
their heart is so much on the outside
that they are constantly using it

This one here has his heart on the outside
and so fragile, and so tender
That I curse the dead trees
that are not able to hear it

He has eyes full of flowers
eyes on the verge of fear
fear of missing the train
to Paris