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hearts
He has my heart
All wrapped up
Like a carefully
Wrapped present
On Christmas morning
Then you open it
Ripping the bows
Carelessly, the paper
The ribbon
And discard it aside
When you look at
What's inside
You realize it
Was nothing
Not what you were
Hoping for
All wrapped up
Like a carefully
Wrapped present
On Christmas morning
Then you open it
Ripping the bows
Carelessly, the paper
The ribbon
And discard it aside
When you look at
What's inside
You realize it
Was nothing
Not what you were
Hoping for
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