My friend has come over,
I listen to her cries and woes,
As she sobs her heart out,
And I feel for her,
Getting angry with all men,
As if they were all guilty,
For being inconsiderate and uncaring,
To make a pretty girl cry,
As we sit here and wonder about,
A love and marriage lost,
For a reaon unknown,
As two people become enemies,
Where love once had been born.
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