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You say my heart is half broken

but in actually we river stomp on it

and than lit it on fire

for a beach bon fire

and threw the ashes in the air

so I can learn to live without it

than some how the ashes collected at my feet

to remind me of how wrong I was done

but good thing no one is there to help glue

the impossible puzzle back together again

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