The Vase
There's a feeling I'll always have with me
I could never climb a tree
I'd never hike, camp or fly a kite
But that was alright with me
There are some things I'll always think about
Waking up early made me pout
Poor mom and dad, I used to make 'em sweat
To get me out of bed
(refrão)
But pictures linger on and it seems like yesterday
Remember, Gus, when I had that sorbet?
And I'll never forget my mother's face
When I broke that vase…
There's an image that I'll never erase
Mom and dad glueing the pieces back in place
And I could tell from my three years of age
That people still love you
Even if you break the vase
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