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Crying because of you is a waste of time, seeing you lying there smoking marijuana. Your eyes lying to me that you loved me? Where are our yesterdays, sweethearts together dancing in the moonlight, blue eyes sparkling blowing me a tender kiss, I can still feel today. Why! O why the shame when you ran away with Fred my best friend. Seeking your fortune party time dancing in L A, paid for in pleasure. Then a surprise phone call a voice from the past- “Joe, I need you to help me, Fred up and left me. Please take me home again to live with you?” So sad I guess to believe her trying to understand, why all the phone calls now. So I followed her, and saw them naked in bed smoking Marijuana. Too late now to feel sorry for the lying eyes, that hurt and deceived me. Do I walk away, or find a club to beat them? No! I still love her. There that day I forgave her, holding her close - Sharon, my darling dear come on home. "O Rick, are you serious?" Yes! if you marry me.
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