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A heart is like very fine china,drop it to hard and it will shatter. Like a bag full of marbles,one hole and it will scatter. A fine line between friendship and love. Sometimes we cross that line with sentimental words from above. People with kind hearts,that meet face to face. People that meet,even in a strange place. Pick up the pieces of that last broken heart, Put them together so they never come apart. Mend them together with the thread of love, By the needle god sends from up above. So hold out your hands and be husband and wife, Never forget your vows,through happiness and strife.