My heart has sunk so low
That I’ll need a shovel
To recover the many pieces of it,
Intertwined with the shattered remains
Of pottery, and bones of dinosaurs,
With little hope of restoring
The person I was.
The artifacts of the soul
My heart has sunk so low
That I’ll need a shovel
To recover the many pieces of it,
Intertwined with the shattered remains
Of pottery, and bones of dinosaurs,
With little hope of restoring
The person I was.
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