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My Broken Mandolin
In your anger; you smashed my mandolin
And along with it you also broke my heart
Thinking you were so clever, and so smart
So, I created you into a waxen mannequin
Making sure I took such care on your ears
And sat you down upon your old arm chair
Repaired mandolin in hand with you share
With such lament in your eyes, I see tears
Happy, as for my mandolin your ears bent
Finished, I stood before you to take a bow
Happiness, that you like my mandolin now
But alas, it was not what your tears meant
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