| There was a boy, a bitter boy
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| Who’s golden heart I saw gleaming
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| I thought I’d win the heart within
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| But now I know that I was dreaming
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| But I will rise, and I will sing
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| Until the day I can’t conceal it
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| Because I hold the saddest song
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| And wish to God I cannot feel it
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| Then the boy, the bitter boy
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| He came to me for rest and healing
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| He reached in his chest, deep in his breast
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| Held out the heart for me still gleaming
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| Then the boy, me and the boy
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| We walked for miles through stormy weather
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| Hand in hand, we roamed the land
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| And held the gleaming heart together
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| Then the boy, the bitter boy
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| He came to take the gleaming treasure
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| He reached in my chest, deep in my breast
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| And took the gleaming heart forever |