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They told me, I would get married by 30. They told me, Life's gonna get excitin' and lovely, pretty. I believed them, then. For deep in my heart, I yearn for a man, That only death can do us apart. So, like a good child, I waited, and waited. He's a bit late, I don't mind, Told myself, its fated. Years passed, Seasons changed. And past 30, I've aged. Never again to believe, I swore. To all those who wished me luck, Ask yourself again, Why am I in this muck? |