Here's another heart to devour,
to replace the hole in your chest.
You hold my strings as I dance,
for I am just a ghost of myself.
Take my pride and self respect,
and break my heart at your will.
And when my heart falters for
the final heart beat and stops,
you'll return the useless and
broken pieces so you can find
yourself a new one that'll work.
But foolish Giselle, I know I am,
that should you ever need me,
I'll dance for you one last time.
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