Terms of endearment, keeps burning my spirit
I've learned to be more than clear, it hurts because you're not here
My mind turns like the door knob, when I hear the door knock, I cheer
I think that it's you, but it's a man dressed in blue
He says "I'm sorry to disturb you, but I have some bad news"
Instantly I collapse on the floor and break in tears
My worst fear has come true, what will I tell the kids when they come from school?
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