looking up for he was only two feet tall
His bride was ready to travel yet he stalled
Not looking into my eyes but her's with rage
water clearly getting in the way of his message
I never wanted to be the bringer of pain
yet everytime i take it all away
you go digging into those things so grave again
He finally resigned as agony in his small body
disallowed him from protest and overworry
many asked how a woman like this could love such a man
stature and ailments haunting him since the day he learned to stand
I never wanted to be the bringer of pain
yet everytime I take it all away
You go digging into those things so grave again
We left but the coach was damp from last night's raining
madame didn't peep but the curtains moved plainly
The horses stirred as my arm raised the whip
She cried into that tall glass just so I could take a sip
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