there is a fight
it happens every night
i hear some bumps
i see some lumps

how long
must it go on
i love her
she loves him

there is no love
like my mothers love
maybe thats why
i always cry

why does she love him
his heart is cold and grim
he doesn’t desreve her
their love is but a blur

and so it comes to and end
i pray to god
and end

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