Every day in and out,
he declares without doubt,
he loves her from now till the end.
He works hard each day,
knowing just what she'll say,
when he returns to see her again.
The day turns to night,
the river runs deep
a body drops in, rocks tied to its feet
the women now slips
into an eternal sleep
Her lover was mad,
he made sure she knew
He beat him to death,
right in front of her eyes
and he made sure she knew
the result of her lies...
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