Steal my heart and I'll give you a dollar,
For my heart isn't worth any more.
But to steal a mind,
You stole a love;
Even if it wasn't worth fighting for.
Steal my soul and tell me what you think;
Lies I've been told.
But don't steal my smile
And ask for mercy,
Cause then I'll have no more.
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PoetryNoun (n) - A quality that includes the essential human virtues; compassion and humanity.
