All that's left is an old straw broom
And the traces of her sweet perfume
There's an echo of a small boy's laugh
And one forgotten toy giraffe
All that's left is a set of toys
And the plant that always made her sneeze
Shadowed corners screaming everywhere
Outlines in the dust of my favorite chair
How do I mend such a fragile thing
As her broken heart
How do I end all her suffering
Tell me where do I start
'Cause all that's left is photograph
I touch my lеtter that lies torn in half
The piеces float and flutter to the door
The words forgiven love stop at the door
And as I take them in my hand tenderly
And think of how it used to be
I know these pieces
Are all that's left for me
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