ANY BROKEN HEARTS TO MEND There's a tinker man; he mends a pot or pan. Through the town his cry he'll send. But nobody passes my way calling, "Any broken hearts to mend?" Chairs he'll mend for you, old umbrellas too, If a few odd pence you'll spend But nobody ever thinks of calling, "Any broken hearts to mend?" When the cry of "sweet scented lavender" comes to haunt me so, I recall the scent of the lavender when we met long ago. List'ning to those cries, I can realize, that my heartache will not end, 'Till someone I love comes my way calling "Any broken Hearts to mend"..
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