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You showed me how to love;
You taught me how to care.
Soon I learned to worry,
And found out how much I could bear.
I gave everything away,
Well, everything that mattered,
But the pieces you returned
Were dirty, crooked, shattered.
Though I knew how to fight,
For you, I would give up.
Now there's no halfway point -
It's just an empty cup.
But the saddest part of all
Is the reason that I cry:
In the field that is my life,
I'm watching all the flowers die.



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