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Another Will Be Proud to Be Called My Wife


Even though you tore my heart in two

I'm still in love with you.

And if one day I can love someone else,

I'll have forgiven you

And I've learned to respect myself.

 

When I finally learn to let this go

I will be regret free you know.

And when I'm ready to love again

I'll have risen from this low

And be stronger from this pain.

 

I gave you my all and all of my heart,

I gave you my name, my pride, and a start.

But you rejected them with sadness inside;

I took them unwillingly while i fell apart.

One day, another will be proud to be called my wife.

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