He asks her:
How many eyes does your heart have?
She answers: One.
But what she really means is:
My heart has as many eyes
as the oldest birch
in the forest.
And sometimes, when other trees
get tangled at my roots and grow
against my heart's life,
My heart grows many more eyes.
He asks her:
How many eyes does your heart have?
She answers: One.
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