Like a railway through a mountain pass,her eyes they shone like crystal glass,her ways were from another time,she had my heart, this heart of mine,but as the winds of time blow by,she dumped me for another guy,I no longer take the train
the ironey of it all is men do the same thing. I think every one has been dumpped at some point,thankGod as you could have married it and the bliss you thought you had would have been a nightmare in discise.
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