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in a little black box
hidden high up on a shelf
sits a cold, lonely heart
in very poor health
& there all alone is where it stays
thudding softly; greatly abused
never has there been a heart
quite as thoroughly misused
hearts are meant for loving
not to be hidden
locked away safe & tight
letting love out is forbidden
so weak & so faint
its melody has long since died
no rhthym left now
no sound comes from inside
sing to it now
as u once did
to return it to good health
restore to it joy of a kid
dont gaze on it any longer
its sight is suddenly a curse
to discover something quite unknown
compared to lonlieness is worse
stab it harder, farther now
with your sharpest knife
drain it of every ounce of blood
torture to make it writhe
work your voodoo magic now
bring the pain, bring it deep
stab it swift & quick & true
a wound that's deep & slow to bleed
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