Lonely Hearts
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No bouquets of flowers
No sonnets to proclaim some else's love
I guess I'll buy a big box of chocolates for myself
And stuff my heart with guilt
For every year, my lonely heart feels emptier
As I try to fill it with something else
It grows heavy with solitude
The thing I want to have nothing to down with it
But I'll end up waltzing away with
On the coldest night of the year
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