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Crime Marches On©

March he's not coming home
a year gone the reason unknown
i'm left here on my own.

March is madness
March is bold
March is endless
March is cold.

Passing quickly
where once was beauty
it's taking the heart of me.

Bit by bit
it's taking more
so hard hit
can't restore!
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Sally

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