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IT'S BEEN A LONG TIME
WE WERE LIKE PARTNERS IN CRIME
IT'S BEEN A WHILE SINCE SHE DIED
SHE'S OUT OF MY SIGHT
BUT THE MEMORIES OF HER STILL PLAYS ON MY MIND
HEAR THE SOUND OF CHIMES
FLIES A MAGPIE IN THE DEEP BLUE SKIES
I DON'T HEAR SILENCE
I SPEAK OF THE EXPERIENCE LIKE SHE WAS STILL MY ACQUAINTENCE
OUR LOVE FOR EACH OTHER WAS CLOSE BY
NEITHER OF US NEVER WENT OUT OF LINE
YEAH THAT'S A SIGN
I SHED TEARS WHILST I CRY
WE HAD TOO MUCH OF ONE'S EFFECTION
THE LEAST I COULD SAY IS GOOD BYE
I MISS HER SOLEMNLY
NOW SHE'S WALKING UP THE STAIRS WITH THE HEAVENLY
ALL OUR LIVES
WE COULD'NT CONCEIVE NO CHILDREN
HER WOMB DECLINED
THOUGHTS OF ADOPTION CROSSED OUR MINDS
THEIR WOULD'NT BE BIOLOGICALLY MINE
SHE MISCARRIED
WE DID'NT WANT NO WED -LOCK
WE WOULD'NT BE ABLE TO FRAIN THE NEIGHBOURS FROM DARTING INSULTS AT US NON-STOP
Copyright © Natalie Peterson | Year Posted 2014
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