You are fifty
She is ninety
Without the ty
The apple of you eye
On her you rode
Fed her with your load
Her innocence you tore
Matched it on that tour
Her life is miserable
Her pain immeasurable
'Open and I'll follow
It's time to journey below'
She is ninety
Without the ty
The apple of you eye
On her you rode
Fed her with your load
Her innocence you tore
Matched it on that tour
Her life is miserable
Her pain immeasurable
'Open and I'll follow
It's time to journey below'
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