I found my heart, ‘twas with my soul;
those parts of me that make me whole
were with my love, she keeps them true;
all shiny like they are brand new.
With her, they’re safe – she’ll give them back
if I should feel there is a lack.
But then, her spirit nurtures me;
she holds my heart and sets it free.
It matters not, her seeds are sown
and in her hands my love has grown.
Hello cruel world, I’m here to join this circus.
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