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met her at a party on a Saturday night Immediately drawn to her eyes Like a moth to a candles’ flickering light That flies too close til it dies Took her home and shortly said I do Never thinking it’d go bad But she said I do with fingers crossed So casually a dream got tossed Now my house is on fire out with the girls til 4am weekend with a sick friend Leaves the room when her phone rings Just don’t know what tomorrow brings wonder how it all ends marvel how it started They’ll surely be no dividends Til she’s the dear departed