Some say a broken heart
Is like a shattered glass vase
Fragile pieces scattered all over the ground
Unlike the glass vase
It cannot be replace so easily
It takes awhile to mend it
And then you lock it up
There will be a special person who will
Use a key to unlock the heart
A unique person who will
Handle the heart with gentle hands
Who can be honest, truthful
And handle it with care
I wonder is there really that
Kind of person out there to unlock
My broken heart
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