| A broken heart like a broken wing
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| It must have its time to mend
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| I am like a crippled bird
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| In hopes one day to fly again
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| I loved you so and I was faithful
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| I cared more than words could say
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| But love is cruel and life is hateful
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| Now you’ve gone and flown away
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| Oh, to die, would be a pleasure
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| Slow to heal, but quick to cry
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| Fragile as a sparrow’s feather
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| Crippled bird too blue to fly
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| Oh, the loss is cold and shameful
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| And the grief so deep and sharp
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| There is nothing quite as painful
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| As a true blue broken heart
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| Oh, to die, would be a pleasure
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| Slow to heal, but quick to cry
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| Fragile as a sparrow’s feather
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| Crippled bird too blue to fly
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| Fragile as a sparrow’s feather
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| Crippled bird too blue to fly |