The sun isn't ready to go to bed... The clouds are gathering with tears to shed... Dogs are barking at the man from hell... Birds flew away when someone rang the church bell... An eagle was circling high in the sky... Waiting for my soul to raise up and fly.. When I was sitting with tea and biscuit... My mom came to me, asking for my casket... She was busy in polishing my jeweler... And getting me new fineries... Hopping that I would marry the man she choose... She never bothered about the love that I would lose... The pain has entered my heart with fierce... I couldn't control my painful tears... Time has come for the sun to set... And the clouds have started to make me wet... Birds sung a mournful song... And the dogs cried loud along... I don't have time to sit... So I opened the bottles lid... And drank a sip... Without touching my lip... It ran down my throat....
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