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second part of the poem called My yesterday the night she died |
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I woke up with tears are falling
On my face, shining like pearl
And broken body calling
For one moment with the girl
Can’t believe she is a memory
After what have death done
Can’t believe, again I’m lonely
My woman and life had gone
I was a man of wealth and taste
Full of hope and faith
And then she left as her fate
And I’m now ashes without face
Today is the memorial of her death
So I’ll be the man who cried
Remember in every single breathe
My yesterday the night she died
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