Had in mind to buy a present
But although I shopped around
My heart just wasn’t in it
And nothing suitable was found
Had in mind to pick a flower
But though plenty there to see
My heart couldn’t find a colour
And none appealed that much to me
Had in mind to sing a love song
But although my voice was strong
My heart just didn’t want to play
And no-one sang along
Had in mind to write a poem
And, as you see, that worked out fine
For my heart is always there and
finds the right words every time
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