by Maureen Ross
I sit here in my drunken state
And wait for this heartache to abate
Oh why! Oh why!
Did you break my heart
For I never thought we would be apart.
As I dream of fields of clover
I wonder if I will ever get over
What you have done to me
As I drift through my life
all a sea.
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