mended
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Such a delicate repair,
For a soul so rare,
To break upon repair.
Yet here I stare,
At her beauty so rare,
That none shall compare,
To the love we share,
In her love that we share,
It's your crooked fingersreaching for mywrinkled heart.
It's yourstraight teethsmilling that songmy soulhums
