Hassled little heart-don't hurt
For God pours in your vessel victory
Despite doubts mouths blurt
In God's realm, it's a horrid history.
Hassled little heart-don't break
For God grants you fortitude
Despite follies frolicking in your rake
In God's realm, it's an anvil altitude.
Hassled little heart-don't die
For God grants you a second chance
Despite players' pranks lulling a lie
In God's realm, it's a silly stance.
Hassled little heart-don't hate
For God grants you graces
Despite disloyalty from your mate
In God's realm, foibles fumble in rectitude races.
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