Two hearts made of stone,
growing tired, growing old.
Laughter arises, along the meadow.
There lies a girly girl and her fellow.
They took turns paddling their boat.
The ones they left afloat.
In sunshine or rain,
They will get where they need to be, feeling good or in pain.
They both stand there with a broken heart.
paddling that boat, til it fell apart.
That's when they realized that some things won't fix on it's own.
Together they repaired it along with their broken hearts forlorn.
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