Jesse Cold
Childish playful, maziness heart. .
. . A loving touch of lovely art;
Won't you see the sweetly trimm'd
Everlasting heart been dimm'd?
Lovely heart been tucked away
Cutting edges, day by day
Cov'ring the soul, so brightly lit. .
. . With veiling that's so tightly fit
But light pours out the lurid sea,
Inside your heart shushed silently
Hold on to fading gasps of love
And all the sweet your heart dreams of
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