There was a heart,
a heart for rent.
The billboards said it all.
"A lonely heart for rent."
A young sir came along
He paid the price,
He took it home.
Poor heart
was already shattered
by the gaze
of this charming lad.
Poor heart
was already tossed
and broken.
Poor heart
was going
to die.
Lucky man knew
that he was in for a treat.
Lucky man knew
that poor heart
was better than a woman.
Little did lucky man know
that poor heart
was a soul.
Lucky man
couldn't have his fun
with poor heart.
Poor heart
was abandoned.
But poor heart
was smart.
Poor heart
healed from poor trauma.
Poor heart
was poor,
but the heart
was alive.
Heart
wasn't alone.
Heart
was loved
by the poverty
of its sadness.
Poor heart
was sold.
What a poor,
poor heart.
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Mellifluous Murmurs
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