An affair to an end
Torn dreams...
Into the night, did go the woman.
Watching, seething, from his window,
his eyes, his heart, now torn open.
His love, his anger, ready to go.
In just no time
he crossed the line.
They would not find
the lost woman, just the widow.
Watching, seething, from his window,
his eyes, his heart, now torn open.
His love, his anger, ready to go.
In just no time
he crossed the line.
They would not find
the lost woman, just the widow.
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