A thousand pieces
Strewn about
of my shiny heart.
I gather them carefully
One by one, again,
For another start.
How is it
That your eyes dance
To another tune,
While I make music
For you all day
From July to June?
A thousand dreams
Strewn about
From me to you,
Please take them all
And give me my love
Back in lieu. 
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