My Heart on Your Windowsill
My Heart on Your Windowsill
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You have my heart.
You won it as a prize
When you shot a love arrow through me.
You have my heart
In a little box on your windowsill
I am confined in this little box
With my heart.
I only see the daylight when
You open the box to
Sprinkle my heart with your cyanide.
You are killing it slowly...
And I am going with it.
06.16.98
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