My Darling My Darling
I learned a woman’s heart ain’t no toy.
My darling my darling, please forgive me;
Your voice heals my wounds.
Seeing you broken was the worst crime to make
Along with tears coming down your face;
I rather get lost in your heart instead of mine.
Darling let me sew your pieces back together,
You and I have an empire to built in the future.
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