The weather is harsh,
Bundle up that old heart and warm it up at the gate.
I would like to leave.
But to my hearts content,
It wont let me leave.
Because he holds my heart.
The one with all the bad aids and stitches.
My heart my heart lies with him.
Like a stone that is washed up on the shore of a great lake.
The weather is getting harsh.
Bundle up that little heart.
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