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Tuesday, September 02, 2014

She Cried 

The choir boys sung and the church bells rung  
A tear for every heave and every sigh,  
With a lump on her throat, she cried, she cried     

How the girl wished she could’ve stopped her tongue 
If only she knew she could’ve tried, yes, tried           
The choir boys sung and the church bells rung 
  A tear for every heave and every sigh,        

Now all that is left are kind words unsung    
In her bosom they shall bitterly hide,            
There is nobody else to chide, yes, chide     
The choir boys sung and the church bells rung   
A tear for every heave and every sigh,
With a lump on her throat, she cried, she cried      




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