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With bloodshot eyes, I gazed in the mirror
And, I saw an image of the lover I had thought dead time and whiskey Would drive from my aching heart. In my muddled mind, I still hear her And wonder what will help me recover, Since the bottle doesn’t hold the passkey To healing my broken heart.
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