Be careful, it's my heart,
It's not my watch you're holding,
it's my heart.
It's not the note
that I sent you
That you quickly burned,
It's not a book
I lent you
That you never returned.
Remember,
it's my heart.
The heart with which so
willingly I part
It's yours to take,
to keep or break,
But please, before you start,
Be careful,
it's my heart.
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