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There beat a black heart  covered in mud and blood it's habitat belonging  to a man of strong nature. That heart, however, so weak  and so frail was torn apart time  and time again, By fiends for hands  and ghosts of love kissing him,  ripping him. So he took a spindle,  some needle and thread fixed his little black heart,  a design of red stitches. There beat a black heart  so beaten, so abused it can hardly breathe  but that sewn heart is all he has left.