Sticks and stones, love.
They mend bones.
Words - it's words, now that you've got to know do the breaking.
Breaking hearts, that is.
Not bones.
Sticks and stones, and stones and sticks - splints and axes so we can mend the men we kill.
But words...
Oh, love.
There's no cure for words, besides the cause of pain -
more words.
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