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It was a broken toy Till I met that boy Who gave me another one Patched up and done. I broke it all over again Till it made no sense nor pain Patching, mending, restoring - All he did, throughout spring. We laughed, we played Under every sun and shade. It snowed, it glowed Feeling it in every node. As natural as it seemed Never turning out the way I dreamed Came a day, like a bird I left town without a word. Waiting for the day we meet Once again in summer's heat He'll mend my heart, that boy With his love, sweet and coy.
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Apr 9, 2014
Apr 9, 2014 at 10:14 AM UTC
That Boy
It was a broken toy Till I met that boy Who gave me another one Patched up and done. I broke it all over again Till it made no sense nor pain Patching, mending, restoring - All he did, throughout spring. We laughed, we played Under every sun and shade. It snowed, it glowed Feeling it in every node. As natural as it seemed Never turning out the way I dreamed Came a day, like a bird I left town without a word. Waiting for the day we meet Once again in summer's heat He'll mend my heart, that boy With his love, sweet and coy.
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Apr 9, 2014
Apr 9, 2014 at 10:14 AM UTC
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