Sticks and stones can break my bones
But words can crush my soul
Bricks and all makes not a home
For thine home is in thine soul
And a cold shoulder is colder than winter
And your warm laughter is warmer than summer
Cause sticks and stones can break my bones
But words can crush my soul
All that glitters is not gold
Ah.. for a lowly price some souls are sold
And some souls unsold, a golden mold
For though unseen, a glittering gold.
And so sticks and stones can break my bones
But words can crush my soul
And so many are those who build their thrones
But their souls their thrones control
So stay a while till the end
And stand with me my fine fair friend
So stay a while till morning's dew...
Cause sticks and stones can break my bones
But your sweet smile mends my soul anew


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