I hate, I hate that knock on the door
Bang bang bang I’ve heard it before.
“Your husband has gone, your husband is dead. Your husband has taken another to bed.”
Bang bang bang, a heart beating loud.
Knock knock knock, from a face in the crowd. “Your husband has gone, your husband you see Love’s another woman, and that woman is me.”
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