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It's Over I rang your bell.
I guess you didn't hear it.
I called your house.
You never picked up the phone.
My key doesn't work anymore.
I suppose you changed the locks.
We lived together once.
Then my clothes were in a bundle
at the foot of the stairs
one night.
Seems if you had loved me,
You would have been more gracious.
I suppose you didn't
And that was our problem.
