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Looking through the window
I hea the boy say,
"But it's broken...
Who will want it now?"
At his feet lay shattered
Pieces of something,
Looking towards the window
The little boy shrugs his shoulders,
In the little boys eyes I see through the window,
The window looks at a mirror
The window looks at a mirror
So what do you do when,
What is inside is broken?