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Grief


Grief is my heart

Nothing left except one part

His name runs down my face

With tear-stricken hate

He used me for one thing only

He never loved me, he was a phony

I died that day

Never could figure out a way

To bring him back

She has all that I lack

So I'll settle for a spell

One to send him back to hell

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