A New Woman
Even on my deathbed
You treat her great and yet never let me touch white silk within my heart.
For some music to move my feet will be pleasure.
Except you had so much and then to my only chance was taken away from me.
She was ever even ever more grateful then you.
For her come all thanks to her as i deeply endure praying for her.
Even on my deathbed.
For some music to move my feet will be pleasure.
Except you had so much and then to my only chance was taken away from me.
She was ever even ever more grateful then you.
For her come all thanks to her as i deeply endure praying for her.
Even on my deathbed.
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Even on my deathbed
Even on my deathbed
