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One night without making a date,
I called on my love after eight.
I saw near the blue statuette,
An ashtray with two cigarettes.

While kissing and holding me tight,
She reached back and hid them from sight.
But I read the name of the blend,
The cigarettes of my best friend.

Her kiss, her voice never betrayed,
The secret game she played.
I thought it much better for me,
To pretend I did not see.

The next day shE told everything,
We cancelled our wedding in spring.
I tell it with tears and regrets,
A Story Of Two Cigarettes.

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