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Richard
His heart is junk, heavy and like some old radiator
Piled in a at her pretty little feet
He it out with the trash
He can't recycle the
There's no return and no nickel to get back
They left no stone undisturbed, they rocked the bed of
She the weeds, he punched in the seeds
But nothing good of the work
Just stains on his shirt
diggin round in a big old pile of dirt
He hears the sanitation truck grind its gears and hit the
He hears the men calling out to her
But she answer right away
Her pretty is lined with dirt
She's feet underneath the backyard roses
Wrapped in his old
His heart is junk, heavy and cold like some old
Piled in a heap at her pretty feet
He sets it out the trash
He can't recycle the
There's no return and there's no to get back