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We parted company, hurling words of war
Had we remained together, there'd be blood on the floor
I'd prefer to be by myself, with my dignity, than to continue on with you
Your bogus passion was for personal profit, your love it wasn't true
Lack of self respect emplaced us hand in hand; a mockery of wedlock
Disaster struck, the bomb has dropped, I survived the blows of shell shock
Silver showers and lasting bonds are still visions in my mind
I'll clutch on to hope, anticipate future love, my choice of men refined.