There stands the broken jar
Of a hundred cracks, crying its story
Of what came and violated its glory
For those that kept the jar for the water
The jar cared not, to get back in shape
For they moved ahead o'er its broken pieces
Its handle and heart it has kept safe
So it can be held, loved and mended
For the one that'd keep the water for the jar....
Of a hundred cracks, crying its story
Of what came and violated its glory
For those that kept the jar for the water
The jar cared not, to get back in shape
For they moved ahead o'er its broken pieces
Its handle and heart it has kept safe
So it can be held, loved and mended
For the one that'd keep the water for the jar....
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