Death of an Interior Decorator

You were the mother, of three girls so sweet

That storm through your turnstile, and climbed to the street

But after conception, your body lay cold

Withered through Autumn then you found yourself old



Can you tell me why have been so sad

He took a lover on a far away beach,

while you arranged flowers and chose color schemes



Can you tell me why you have been so sad?

Can you tell me why you have been so sad?



The girls were all there; they traded their vows.

The youngest one glared with furrowed brow as

they tenderly kissed and cut the cake.

The bride then tripped and broke the vase,

The one you thought would span the years,

So perfectly placed below the mirror

Arriving late, you clean the debris

and walked into the angry sea;

It felt just like falling in love again.

And it felt just like falling in love again.



Can you tell me why you have been so sad?

Can you tell me why you have been so...




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