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Texty: Tad Morose. A Mended Rhyme.

He sat there so idle just sat on the ground I watched as he mumbled but I
heard no sound I dared not go closer I dared not at first but somehow I got
there

My son said the father I can not explain The reason I left you has caused
me much pain I dared not come closer I dared not at first but somehow I got
here

Sometimes I hear them in my mind Dare I join them now
It's A mended rhyme at a preset time Join them now or lose them forever A
silent mime The final chime Just join them now


He did not lift his eyes just sat there and cried Now I know the words I
heard him say I joined him on my knees and then even I cried He wiped away
my tears that's when I heard him say...