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She packed her bags in the middle of,
the night and never left a note or nothing. I couldn't do anything when I awoke without my love. If she felt so hard, I'm sorry I couldn't do anything, to help her, but she's left, gone down the road to some other man she knowed, I suppose. When we first met, she was alone and terrified, she was poor too. I never seen such a sad bunch of bones. I did never think of saying, "I love you." It all went by so fast, all the love, but it was a black feather from a dove, I suppose. I wish you were by my side but I know how things change. She said after her ma went, she died. Her old lover was a drunk on a rage and she said she loved me. Love him too did she, I suppose so. We had a falling out once like all do at some time or other. But we came back in a graceful dance. She said she never wanted to be a mother, I didn't want kids too, I thought she knew, I guess not I suppose. When she lost her job, and I lost mine, we moved to the other side of town and got a place near a good place to dine. But as fate might have it, it all fell down. She became emotional, I just didn't know now how to keep on going on, or where to go I suppose. She kept falling down harder and lower, and at last I knew what's wrong. Still I don't think I know her anymore, it's such a long time till tomorrow and I don't think I understand She will I suppose. She packed her bags in the middle of, the night and never left a note or nothing. I couldn't do anything when I awoke without my love. If she felt so hard, I'm sorry I couldn't do anything, to help her, but she's left, gone down the road to some other man she knowed, I suppose. I left the next night too, I never did like the city so. I walked down the road through to the subway, I walked too slow. I just missed the D-train, back on the street it started to rain, just a sky full of tears I suppose.
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