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There was a boy, a bitter boy, |
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Who's golden heart I saw gleaming, |
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I thought I'd win the heart within, |
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But now I know that I was dreaming. |
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But I will rise, and I will sing, |
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Until the day I can't conceal it, |
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Because I hold the saddest song, |
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And wish to God I cannot feel it. |
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Then the boy, the bitter boy, |
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He came to me for rest and healing, |
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He reached in his chest, deep in his breast, |
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Held out the heart for me still gleaming. |
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Then the boy, me and the boy, |
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We walked for miles through stormy weather, |
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Hand in hand, we roamed the land, |
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And held the gleaming heart together. |
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Then the boy, the bitter boy, |
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He came to take the gleaming treasure, |
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He reached in my chest, deep in my breast, |
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And took the gleaming heart forever. |
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