How many times brave soul,
will you pick up the pieces?
Heart, you do make a mess.
Kind soul, carry little heart home to bed.
Tuck little heart in the safe and warm.
Wise mind, scold little heart.
Little heart must learn!
You played too long in the cold, sweet one.
How many times must I tell you?
Take care with fire. You'll get burned.
Bandage the bruises and kiss them away.
Mind, be gentle with this one.
She still has learning to do.
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