No.314 |
5th March 2003 |
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-- Independence -- Independence is a curse No one to cuddle no one to nurse No one to bring a cup of tea No words of comfort or sympathy No one who knows your every thought When the flowers should be brought Or when the poems sent again To warm the heart to ease the pain So if you independence need Then my love oh do take heed It's a lonely life inside your head For all alone, emotion's dead |
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