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Nine
married years ended in grief and lying.
Thirty years later we’re in bed again.
She seems to like me now there’s no denying,
and
rules once more by recklessly defying
the courses I consider the most sane.
Will death undo the burden of her dying?
She
never felt it false to be relying
on people she regarded with disdain
yet seems to like me now there’s no denying.
She
never felt it false to be relying
on people she regarded with disdain.
Will death undo the burden of her dying?
Is
it my strength or weakness that’s supplying
the company she needs to ease her pain?
She seems to like me now there’s no denying.
Will death undo the burden of her dying?
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