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

So they all her belongings
To loneliness when night falls
And the room they used to in
Stood there blushing the naked walls
And with every dress into fire
He would want her more he ever did
And every ruby lipstick
He trapped in his own guilt.

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