ou have a wooden heart,
That's been carved so many times.
Pieces of your broken heart,
Fallen on the ground.
My own wooden heart starts to pound as someone asks who's wooden pieces.
Claim the pieces mine,
My own wooden heart has also been carved so many times.
Love will carve the wooden hearts to pieces,
Will break the hearts of stone,
Will rot the hearts of gold.
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