She was worried about the wound on her feet
And she about her housemates
While he was counting his votes
The other was preparing for her victory
As I looked out of my window
There were no lovers yet
As she bathed and lay on her bed
The phone rang, her daughter left this abode
It was midnight
She stretched her numb hands
To pay her daughter's last bill
Her husband rang the bell to wake up
The dress maker for her funeral
While the other lady
Living across the street
Celebrates her stardom.
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