Story: We aren't dolls - Harry edward styles

''Do you think that people know our hearts?'' I asked him
''No, they know our body, name and maybe our story.'' Harry aswerd
''Can I know your heart?'' I whisperd

Far over the misty mountains cold
To dungeons deep, and caverns old
We must away ere break of day
To seek the pale enchanted gold.

The dwarves of yore made mighty spells,
While hammers fell like ringing bells
In places deep, where dark things sleep,
In hollow halls beneath the fells.

Is liefde de waarheid verhult in roze,
Is liefde de waarheid verdraaien
Nee
Liefde is geven om iemand,
En zelf je leven voor hem opgeven.