Missing Heart

I lost my heart in Paris, 

To one I hardly know, 

Around a lovely terrace, 

Again there I must go. 

I haven't long to find it, my very life is chased,

For if not touched by my own soul, my heart will go to waste.

We searched on all the tables, 

We searched on all the trains, 

We even sought the stables, 

Beside the shopping lanes. 

I've lost my dimes and dignity, and I now I want to sue, 

My surgeon lost my transplant, and my healthcare charged me too! 

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