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I remember a story
Of a woman to death
She called up her kids and
Said I won't home today
And I won't come tomorrow
No I won't on Saturday
And I won't get on Christmas
No I won't on Mother's day.

So they all her belongings
To kill loneliness when night
And the room used to sleep in
Stood there blushing from the walls
And with every dress thrown fire
He would want her than he ever did
And every ruby lipstick
He felt in his own guilt.

So he wrote an awkward
From the of his fragile heart;
See, I thought I loved you
But the silence me apart
With death in all it's glory
no time for me to live
I there's a story
Of a man to grieve..