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We baked a pie but it sank in the pan
The crust turned gold where it overran
We cut a slice and tasted the sun
A happy mistake can't be undone
We sang a song out of tune
On a porch in late afternoon
The neighbors smiled and clapped along
And the broken notes became a song
A half-moon rests on a cloudy bed
The flower I planted dropped its head
But I'm learning to love the missing piece
Every crooked part is a kind of peace
A half-moon rests on a cloudy bed
The flower I planted dropped its head
So if it never blossoms, that's the way
The green that stays will have its day
We sang a song out of tune
On a porch in late afternoon
The neighbors smiled and clapped along
And the broken notes became a song
A half-moon rests on a cloudy bed
The flower I planted dropped its head
But I'm learning to love the missing piece
Every crooked part is a kind of peace
A half-moon rests on a cloudy bed
The flower I planted dropped its head
So if it never blossoms, that's the way
The green that stays will have its day
