The mighty oak
Fills my eyes
And to my surprise
He's walking by.
I watch the piece of my heart
What a piece of art.
Every day I wonder when
I'll ever get it back again.
He pulls it by a string.
What a terrible thing.
He puts it in his pocket
And seals it in a locket.
The piece of me wonders when
It'll ever see the light again.
And if he doesn’t care
Why does he dare
To keep the piece of my heart?
Fills my eyes
And to my surprise
He's walking by.
I watch the piece of my heart
What a piece of art.
Every day I wonder when
I'll ever get it back again.
He pulls it by a string.
What a terrible thing.
He puts it in his pocket
And seals it in a locket.
The piece of me wonders when
It'll ever see the light again.
And if he doesn’t care
Why does he dare
To keep the piece of my heart?
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