A quick change artist like I've never met;
Twirls the letters, plays roulette,
A new name sprouts like spring weeds
To fuel some newly burgeoning need.
But quick change heart, I think it's not-
More; steadfast iron, that never rot:
Though names may change, and houses too-
For me, a single heart will do.
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