Broken Heart Menders
There is a little garden
Where ickle cherubs stay
They are hearts little menders
Under natures scented bouquet
Red threads they pull and spin
From the cotton tree behind
To mend our broken hearts
Their sewing so intertwined
They sit and sew and sew
To mend our broken hearts
As they bring two halves together
And wonder why they part
They have heard so many stories
As to why they drifted so
But these ickle little cherubs
Just sit and sew and sew
There is a little garden
Where broken hearts are mended
So if your heart gets broken
These cherubs will re-mend it
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