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May 2015
I am a dainty little thing
Tears spill from eyes while I sing

I had been expected to marry last   spring
My finger still had the ring

I don't know who murdered the king?

You see,
He was meant to marry me....
As I held the key..

It opened his heart
Like a work of art!
Still working on it
Lala
Written by
Lala  Northern Ireland
(Northern Ireland)   
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   oX Sampson, Dr Zik and Jonny Angel
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