A heart of gold. 
Too young,
A soul is sold
For sun.

A heart of gold.
No sun,
You see as old
As fun.

A heart of gold,
Beauty
As time is told
Rudely.

A heart of gold,
Papers grow cold.
If I was told
I would grow old.

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