Today I see the hearts,
the flowers do tell,
Of a lover,
at least for a spell.
I had a love one time,
she loved me througholy,
then cancer took her away
my heart fell to my knees
I will never risk
love again
there is to much pain
I will stick to gin
A hangove is easy
compared to heartache
a difference between
a day or two, and weeks
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