What is it that I gave you, that you think you can keep?
How is it so easy for you to think,
that I would go quietly into the night?
I am a woman, not to be trifled with...
not that you could ever see that.
What is it that you took, that you think I would not want back?
I stand before you with empty hands,
and you keep taking.
My soul weeps for you,
and you keep taking.
What did you want from me, that you thought I would let you keep?
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