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Ruffled in red, lips the same hue

She sits at a table, once meant for two

The champagne, now gone, an empty glass

Waiting beside her, this sorrowful lass

Hopes of togetherness, no longer exist

He left her for another, his secret tryst

She lays down her head, as sleep settles in

And dreams of a love, that never has been


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