The picture frame of my heart, was not in a good condition
The glass, of the picture frame, was broken
The picture, in the picture frame, was in pieces
And a scracth, was on the frame
It wasn't a picture frame, most people would want
Nothing about it, was commendable
It was only suitable for the bin
But an artists came, saw that I was not in good shape
And fixed me up
Now, I look, ten times better than before
And I am
Just because, one person
Remade me
Instead of throwing me away
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