You’re right, you know.

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I’m young yet, and there will be more

Loves and lovers, more times of passion and

Of silent kisses, more times of hopeful

Dreams for the future and more times of

Playful embraces

But does this help my heart?

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No. no. No. You

Shot my heart with a .45 magnum, blew

It all to shreds and bleeding spatters when you

Kept my lover away.