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His Love for Her


Don't leave me here! 
Don't you leave me here this way! 
What will all my friends say?
Who was it that carried me on the bier?

Well, will you pray for me?
Or can't you wait to see
another man, if only you can? 

Life with you was never, 
the kind I wanted. 
You called me "friend"
That was after you put an end
to our coupling.
That was after you had my ring 
cut off your finger.

I can hear you singing
after that.
You had your own definition
for being a swinger.
A woman, free and unattached.
Since then we've never been intimate.
No matter the many times I had to wait.

You would love me 
Only by cleaning and laundrying for me.
Still you'd never give me a bath.
We had a life together you never let last.

Don't leave me here! 
Don't you leave me here this way! 
What will all my friends say?
    "She buried him, with his love for her.
     She's not so demur." 
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