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He said he would love her for all of time. For years, he had endured the pain of love Unrequited that whiskey could not purge. Now, the twisted heart of a broken man Is remembered in the funeral dirge, As the shadowman slowly leads the hearse Down the long road to the resting place Where he can finally find some peace.
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