A Pinch into a Broken Heart
I glanced out through a window pane,
And roses I did see.
Many a bunch did they flock together,
Like a herd of anxious geese.
Aside one lied to the few and plenty.
The budding youth that had
Not yet come to have bloomed.
A gardner did come by as I recall,
And he cut the shrewd before
It ever did have that chance to bloom.
And shut that window I did do.
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