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It was on a Sunday morning
He left me standing
Standing all alone
At the alter all alone
My heart is so sad and broken
I want to die
Die to shed the pain and shame
But I cannot for I must care
Care for my son of my forsaken lovers loins
I will raise him to be a true and good man
Not a forsaken lying lover
Lover of my shame...
Robert Hayden Pursell
He left me standing
Standing all alone
At the alter all alone
My heart is so sad and broken
I want to die
Die to shed the pain and shame
But I cannot for I must care
Care for my son of my forsaken lovers loins
I will raise him to be a true and good man
Not a forsaken lying lover
Lover of my shame...
Robert Hayden Pursell
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