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My Heart My heart is yours to keep, it shall, forever be; The singular entity, into your being; it seeps. For " One score and eight," it is, forever near; The cause of joy and tears, into your life; it leaps. Love burns loneliness away, it is, forever bright; Like a kiss so soft and light, into your night; it creeps. In the depth of my soul, it burns, forever blue; A true love story with you, within your bed; it sleeps. To the end of time itself, love will, forever grow; Now and forever my love; my heart is yours to keep. ![]()
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