When her hair is a mess
And her make up - smeared,
When her smile is broken
And her eyes - teared up…
Would you
dare and love her?
Would you
stick around?
When her jokes all turn gray
And her fingers are cold,
When her lips are dry
And her thoughts wander about…
Would you
run away?
Or stay
and love the blues away?
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