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May 2013
Woman I an sorry I hurt you
That you still hate me
This cuts deep inside
Please undrerstand
I lost something to
But young men
Often wash treason in pride
I can never take back the tears
Or the pain that is caused
When love dies
I never did think
The price of my fears
Would forever cost me these ties
Our true reason
Was the child of my fire
For her alone
I did give  u my heart
Yet life rarely gives
What we think we desire
Not even
As we tear lives apart
I won't ask for your forgiveness
I deserve how you feel about me
When all that we gave
Somehow came down to this
I'm sorry is all I can be.           Hy
Henry Yarbrough
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Henry Yarbrough  texas
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