Lucille

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walked without talking at all

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She was a beauty but when she came to me she

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must have thought I'd lost my mind

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I could'nt hold her 'cos the words that told her kept

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coming back time after time

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You picked a fine time to leave me Lu-cille

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with four hungry children and a crop in the field

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I've had some bad times lived through some sad times but

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this time your hurting won't heal

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you picked a fine time to leave me Lu-cille.

Ray From Sussex England