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She had told me
one night so tenderly
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That we were soon to be
no longer two but three.
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It fills a man with pride,
it's woman's greatest claim,
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But she couldn't stand
being called Madame Dame.
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Yet she cared for me
and I called her my muse.
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But I had no idea
(how poets will ruse)
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That a name like mine
could shame and irritate.
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I didn't understand
until it was too late.
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I was a handsome fellow
and she a sweet young thing.
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She hadn't planned it
but had already mothered twins.
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I never met the girls
who were always out of sight.
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They went to boarding school
and never came home at night.
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A few years later
I met a mutual friend
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Who told me some foreigner
had married her in the end
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and taken her away
to a place in Mexico
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To live romantically
in a seaside bungalow.
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So here I am alone,
a lover in despair.
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I came to see this city
since I'd met her here.
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I decided not to leave
and here I plan to stay,
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Living with my memories
and my heart at bay.
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- You never saw her again?
- Never.
:40:43
She must be living it up
in Acapulco.
:40:46
She worshipped the sun.
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But I go on and on...
:40:52
I'll write to Andy.
I hope he hasn't forgotten me.
:40:55
- Maybe his head swelled.
- What?
:40:58
He may be pretentious.