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I won’t get out of bed
I want to die here
As my daughter did
Weaping, helpless, weak
Tears stream down my face
As I take the bottle out
Grasping it between hands
To guide to ready lips
He will come home
To my lifeless body
It does not matter
He didn’t care about her
My baby perished, gone
And I shall go with her
In this bed I breath my last
The bed that she subsided in
I lie here, bottle to my lips
Contemplating life or death
I choose the latter, I drink
Here I die in my bed
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