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Jun 2013
You said you’d never leave

you lied

You’ve left me here to grieve

to forgive, I’ve tried

from this torture I want a reprieve

you died

holding no cards up my sleeve

I’m fried

remembering the good times, relief

I’ve cried

they said I’d forget, deceived

they lied
Written by
Susan O'Reilly  F/Ireland
(F/Ireland)   
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