It's the time of the year,
When hollyhocks blossom.
He sat behind the window,
listened to flowers' gossip.
Before he was an accomplished man
With wife and job in hand.
Now everyday he weeps and cries,
lost in his corrupted mind.
Then the bitch bites,
And takes his life away.
Oh the poor William,
Taking his one last breath.
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