| You were the mother of three girls so sweet
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| Who stormed through your turnstile
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| And climbed to the street
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| But after conception your body lay cold
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| And withered through autumn and you found yourself old
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| Can you tell me why you have been so sad?
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| He took a lover on a faraway beach
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| While you arrange flowers and chose color schemes
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| Can you tell me why you have been so sad?
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| Can you tell me why you have been so sad?
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| The girls were all there
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| They traded their vows
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| The youngest one glared with furrowed brows
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| They tenderly kissed then cut the cake
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| The bride then tripped and broke the vase
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| The one you thought would spend the years
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| So perfectly placed below the mirror
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| Arriving late, you clean the debris
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| And walked into the angry sea
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| It felt just like falling in love again
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| Can you tell me why you have been so sad?
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| Can you tell me why you have been so… |