There is a jar of hearts,
that is haven to those who hurt.
Here, they rest in a deathly hush,
as they reminiscence on all that has been harsh.
They wandered as lonely as a cloud,
Yet you could see them in a crowd.
Cupid and his arrow had sought after them,
Only to have left a huge problem.
There is a jar of hearts.
They resonate in hertz!
Energy is all each one of them has.
Alas!
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