You took my paper-mache heart all fixed up with glue,

And showered it in your great tears of rue,

The tears, the tears became fountains of blue,

They puddled and puddled and slowly grew,

Each puddle collected, connected and there is nothing you can do,

As my paper-mache heart fades like morning dew 


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