Be still, my heart.
You're beating far too loud.
That tactless sound
may escape from my mouth.
Be still, my mind.
You're sprinting far too fast.
One vain, unhealthy,
love that didn't last.
Be still, my eyes.
Ah, spending time alone...
The lights entice,
and the fragile, falling snow.
And the brightest little firefly
escapes its jar on Christmas day.
And the brightest wish on Santa's list
will never see the light of day.
Be still, my heart.
Please, please calm down.
We can't have that strong an emotion
in this quiet little town.
Be still, my mind.
She's yours no longer, son.
Console yourself--
Shut down, refuel, you're done.
Be still, my eyes.
The one with the linked arm,
the newly chosen one--
He isn't causing any harm.
And the brightest little firefly
escapes its jar on Christmas day.
And the brightest wish on Santa's list
will never see the light of day.
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