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In the Late Night
It was all in the late night, they took everything away, it was all in the late night, getting home an early day from a trip to the west coast, where I’d gone and closed the deal, I came back on a late flight, then everything became real. It was then in the late night that I saw through a window a sight I never hoped to see, rage I’d never hoped to know, a stranger in my bedroom, I just could not understand why my wife did lay naked underneath this sweaty man. It was all in the late night, with a bottle of Champagne, I burst in and saw my brother, then I went a bit insane, I broke that heavy bottle right over my brother’s head, grabbed my hidden thirty-eight and shot my cheating wife dead. They cuffed me in the late night, was no point hiding the guilt, said I won’t breathe free again, I suppose I never will. Mother cannot stop sobbing, and father has disowned me, Ii they’re raised their boys better they’d not know such misery.
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