She loved to spend her days
dancing in the light
of the summer rays.
Now isn’t that a sight.

But she cries every night
‘cause she’s lost him to the haze
of the bottle and its bite.

But tonight he finally says,
“It’s time to make things right,”
and for her mends his ways.
Now isn’t that a sight.

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