She wasn't ever obliged To lift me a buckle or rise And once her eyes covered with flies The pain she no longer disguised Windows that I'm, terrorised in time Never to ignite, there was once a time beside It holds each one in light 'Til the market left dry How long she's been by my side But the rest of the table's retired.
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