I’m fifty-one
Going to be fifty-two in August
Not much wanting to be celebrate this year
‘Cause it reminds me of her
She did it because I went to Toronto
And she wanted to die until I came back
I did say my good-byes
But now, the day is marked forever infamy
Not a celebration of life; but of death
As I shed the tears thinking about it
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