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Twelve white roses
Twelve white roses on the small cenotaph
For the man who'd seen to the terrible crash
Which had taken the life of her monstrous huband
A few years back.
Twelve white roses for Jim, who preferred men, secretly
But who loved her unconditionally
Worked for him, publishing books at Gray and Grey
In that mansion up the hill most every day.
Her jealous husband never understood
But Jim saw the bruises, knew she had troubles
Contacted friends from his turbulent past back in the 'hood
They knew how to make inconveniences disappear
Lung cancer had recently taken Jim away
The irony, for he'd never touched a cigarette in his life
So on occasion she was here to remember the good times
To tell him how she would have loved to have been his wife.
For the man who'd seen to the terrible crash
Which had taken the life of her monstrous huband
A few years back.
Twelve white roses for Jim, who preferred men, secretly
But who loved her unconditionally
Worked for him, publishing books at Gray and Grey
In that mansion up the hill most every day.
Her jealous husband never understood
But Jim saw the bruises, knew she had troubles
Contacted friends from his turbulent past back in the 'hood
They knew how to make inconveniences disappear
Lung cancer had recently taken Jim away
The irony, for he'd never touched a cigarette in his life
So on occasion she was here to remember the good times
To tell him how she would have loved to have been his wife.
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