A Man With A Broken Heart
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Holding a broken heart
I walk through the wood
I turn each leaf whispering
Sad songs for me and brood
The sky is dry without
Rain and clouds are thin
Flowers can't unfurl their
Petals and to bees can't win
Pain of loss is acute
It grips the mind tight
A man with broken heart
Is a shadow in the day light
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