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When we were little we used to play a game called “house”
Now we are older, and despise our “spouse”
Our Children sit back and watch us being destroyed
After a few years they feel really annoyed
We are ripping the meaning of love to shreds
It is our kids that will never forget
Then we wonder why their relations are disturbed
Our actions were what got them cursed
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