Mercy, Merci!

I've got a full heart but it's a fools heart.
I should probably put it up for sale.
It's shipwrecked with a broken sail.
It's not allowed to tell my secrets aloud.
I'll save that for the altar.
My dreams can not be altered.
The audience is in full attendance but the classroom never has attendants.
Here, there is no live band. I assume everyone has been banned.
This daze has lasted for days.
And I'm stuck inside the recycling bin!
This time I'd like to forget where I've been.

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