Let He Who Is Without Heart Cast The First Stone
I once knew a girl who I gifted my heart,
she was pretty and witty and ever so smart.
When we were together t'was like modern art,
but one day she said that she had to depart.
Needless to say, she broke us apart,
she 'lost' her key and then broke my heart.
What a clumsy tart.
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