Unlucky in love

RENOIR

Her first love was a hero

his black eyes flashed & shone

the second took her travelling

across an iron sea

& then she met a robber

with a sawn off shot gun

who was partial to the white stuff

she drank vodka on her own.

Her husband hit her children

that giant Celtic God, she loved him

but l she left him found heaven

on her own

Now the future sky is empty

no horizon seems too far

she watches boats by passing

forgets who she might be.

Yes her first love was a hero

she wrote his battle song

in love she was unlucky

from the day that she was born .

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