I left her with my ring round her finger,
kept her tiger's eye chain,
but it choked me while it lingered.
I could only leave it there awhile-
the weight of an anvil is far too much to bare.
What is this taste I make so vile?
I love you woman.
I said I loved you wretch!
But I heeded to an omen
from an old gray man in a moustache.
What is to bare now
but a bottle of wine and my stash.
I had dreams about you
and yet ones I still sleep around.
Did you think I was a shrew?
I treated your love with flaw
like a child born still-
Now this heart is just a gaping maw.
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