Wish I had such a heart
Miserable, made of steel
It cannot be fallen apart
Nothing it actually feel'
Wish I can make a blend
Of blood, harm and doom
So none of them friend'
Can breathe into my room
None of them friends could end
Me up down deep in a gloomy tomb
None would have dared to spend
His life stabbing my mum's womb
I wish I've never met you
'bout you, and never cared
my heart you harmly shew
I wish I've never erred
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