Sorrows,
Chink our heart
Love,
Starts making it heal
Sorrows on double power,
Just about to break
Love,
Won’t work for it now
Alas,
A heart is kaput
Unable to heal
All love slatted away
And love, is then departed
If your heart is broken
Incapable to heal
Give it to God to mend
And ten no other power in the world
Will ever be able to beak it again
Your heart I then invincible
Forever!
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