My heart is Pandora's Box with gold trim
How the walls sing in my solitude
Dreams in the heart are like bodies, you count how many have been shot down
I have found my heart and it lies within yours
I of myself am the architect, I am of my own design for I am the poet, the lover, the madman, the dreamer, and the philosopher
My heart is Pandora's Box with gold trim
How the walls sing in my solitude
Dreams in the heart are like bodies, you count how many have been shot down
I have found my heart and it lies within yours
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