When the roses fall from the tree
The heart falls to the grave,
When the tulips turn gray
What’s lost cannot be found,
Broken hearts are like broken mirrors
But only you can buy a new mirror,
But you cannot buy a new heart
i wrote this...... in a time of need, the heart will do anything to heal its self.
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Sadness sorrows through us all, at least once a day also.
