I loved a girl
with all my heart –
and then she was gone
and I did not care.
Which makes you wonder
about the heart.
(My heart.)
I loved a girl
with all my heart –
and then she was gone
and I did not care.
Which makes you wonder
about the heart.
(My heart.)
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