.70. Little Heart
It was just a simple heart
Before a truck ran over it
And then to repair its veins
There was no tool kit
They tried to change its valves
To improve its average
But the poor little heart
Couldn't recover from the carnage
It smiled through the pieces
Cried through the breaks
But alas, what's done was done
That truck had forgot its brakes
Nothing can mend it back now...
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