She cried

When I told her I didn’t love her anymore, she cried. When I told her kisses were not like the one before, she cried. When I told her I liked Mary Weiss better, she cried. When I told her her cover of she cried wasn’t that good, she cried. When I told her I was going away to Shangri-las, she cried.

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