There once was a man

With two hearts, thirteen faces

He loved two women

Of very different races

This man, he loved

With both of his hearts

He lost both women

It tore him apart

He cried a River

Enough to water a Rose

The curse of the Time Lords

To live forever alone

Now when he sees

A blonde on the street

He'll look up, hopeful

But their eyes never meet

He pauses and stops

Holding his breath

Praying either has returned

From what must be death