If any should ask 
How I came to pass 
You tell them 
as you raise a glass 
Before cold clay 
In my grave they lay 
It wasn't the bottle 
That stole my way 
My all I gave 
Yet could not save 
A faded smile 
Of better days
It was her face 
Within that place 
That took my soul 
On eternal chase
For loves sweet bliss 
I stole that kiss 
Now forever trapped 
In its abyss 
I knew my part 
Right from the start 
You tell them 

I died 

From a broken heart 

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