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once its was but a foolish chance You sheltered me when i was broken when i was standing outside your door all soaken you gave me fire and kept me warm kept me protected from the storm the irony in today is that your gone and im still in that lonely house with the lights on sitting beside's the window too see your crying face by the widow Our love still lives on even thou the coffin is down your cherished memories is what i survive on eating all alone cold peas and corn