I know that the first love
It is the deepest
It is the finest
Is the essence of life
I know how it tears
The heart apart
When it ends
We are torn apart
Our souls are clenched
We are afraid
Forever
We never trust
How I wish I knew
Somebody who could repair
Our broken hearts
Someone who could restore
Us to our innocence
But we all know
That is only a wish
For that is equal to asking
For someone who could repair
Broken eggs
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