Jack the knife.
Stabbed my wife.
And took her life.
She refused his sexual advance.
With him she did not want a romance.
With her he was in a sexual trance.
But now she's dead.
And left me broken hearted.
Enough said.
In life she was the only thing to me that mattered.
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