You took my heart my sweetheart
Took it from sorrow and despair
Took it from meddlesome thoughts and ideas
To a safe place somewhere
Nourish and fed it you did
Loved it and made it grow
Despite myself
Wish I would have known
It was not the sharp knife you used
Nor the blade or the sword
It was a spoon you little wrench
That left my heart in pieces
I know my heart is out somewhere
Shattered, broken, gone to pieces
Despite myself
I still want you here.
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People have always been more impressed by the power of the example than by the example of power.
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