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Something very dear to me was stolen
It was my one and only heart I am going to tell you the story I only wonderwhere to start He hardly talks to me And when he does I just smile Just to hear his voice I would run ten thousand miles When he is in the room My heartbeat's pace greatly increases And if by chance our eyes do meet My ability to speak immediately ceases Something very dear to me was stolen It was my one and only heart And now that I have moved far away from him It is torn apart
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