There was a man with a frozen heart
whose heart can't feel and move an inch.
He walked past a road
and saw an abandoned guitar there.
"Perhaps this could thaw me!" he said
and attempted to exclaim, without much success.
He lit up a matchstick and set fire on the guitar,
watching it being licked passionately by the raging flames.
He sat near the guitar, hoping to feel its warmth, passion, anguish.
The heart was still frozen.
A girl suddenly ran towards the guitar with a pail of water
and chased the flames away.
Charred, scalding and reeking of carbon,
she hugged it to her chest tightly
as tears rolled down her cheeks and dripped like wet paint onto the guitar.
Without a word, she began strumming onto the three intact strings of the guitar.
Vibrations began to encase the man's heart, pulsating it.
Feelings sezied him, and lo and behold,
his heart was no longer frozen.
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