Heart, you must be kind
for the rest of me is aching.
Just keep beating, keeping time
never ever breaking.
Heart, maybe you don’t understand
that what I feel is taking
a toll on the rest of my body
on all the days I’m waking.
Heart, remember as you beat,
I’m the fool that’s making
a mountain out of a mole-hill.
Still, he has my body shaking.
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