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Dressed in black, I'm ready for mourning. Show people back to keep it sporty. Twice around the block, sat an hour and sparked. Doors creaked open and everyone watched. |
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Wife is doubled over with grief. She's pretty but pinched, the own model. Heaven for him worse than in between. House tattered strange, they measured the same. |
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I sit in the back, wait for my turn. Old cousin speaks, I keep my eyes forward. I'm crying too much, people make glares. Eyes stifle a choke, they certainly know. Coworkers and friends, how many suspect, kings and mothers, can this be? |
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Wife is doubled over with grief. She's pretty but huge, the own model. Heaven for him worse than in between. House tattered strange, they measured the same. |
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Cover up my man, I take my time. This state is theirs, but this is mine. Wife looks up, she finally sees. The unpleasant mirror, the miserable me. Heaven for him, but what did he leave? House tattered strange, when did the same? |
