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Why didn’t you call me when you said you would?
The weather is balmy, and you understood. I’m feeling so fragile. It seems a shame, That you are so agile, and without blame. My heart is now broken, self-esteem nil. I just need a token of your goodwill. Is that the phone ringing? Whaddaya know! The blues I was singing, off they now go. Line count: 8
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