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And so
we seem to be back to Square One you and I Except ... You didn't come back willingly And I, for love but not the old kind of love Had the choice of whether to accept you I chose to have you in the house Living with me But no longer part of me It seemed strange at first, Having a grown-up child to care for, An extra mouth to feed And an extra wage coming into the house But I'm used to you now And so are our children They like to see their father When you choose to spend time with your family And I enjoy your company too But now I realise I need my own time alone Not dictated by you And I like to sleep alone Not disturbed by you Nor disturbing you We are In the old words Living as parallel people Like students sharing a house But Because I stayed I now own more of it than you do And because you didn't choose to leave her and come back I now hold the power
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