There's rips
And there's tears
We patch 'em up
Sew 'em up
Until a colorful kalediscope
Gathers over out shoulders
For there's joy in breaking
It's called mending
Though change
And it's pull
And push
Hurts as the pot grows
To hold more water
And to be honest
I can't remember
Ever seeing you cry.
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