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lo my wife is all i see like a lost boy on a canoe lost at sea for the storm is at large my tears taste like salt from the sailing of the sea....my wife is all i see please set me free to a place where you and i can be, give me your hands come
My little lady, Is going to work today. Dressed in her Sunday's Best, As she trots down Avenue A. She'll sit at a bench, For a near twelve hour day, Yet still will only make, Nearly half of my pay.
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