My heart is made of honey,
Which is very funny.
My heart has eyes,
Which are like ice.
It melts for small thing,
For which I am king.
It gives love to my dear,
Whom I will not fear.
So nothing stops it,
this is only little bit.
I cannot make it end,
With God it is send.
My heart has door,
Which is not Sour.
My heart is always open
With which time I pen.
It finds happiness
in making other's happy.
My heart sings a song,
Which is very long.
Which is very funny.
My heart has eyes,
Which are like ice.
It melts for small thing,
For which I am king.
It gives love to my dear,
Whom I will not fear.
So nothing stops it,
this is only little bit.
I cannot make it end,
With God it is send.
My heart has door,
Which is not Sour.
My heart is always open
With which time I pen.
It finds happiness
in making other's happy.
My heart sings a song,
Which is very long.
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