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Written 02/20/1988


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I met a woman and she had my rib

I found that without her I could not live

So I took her and loved her and made her my wife

Now if she ever leaves me she'll take apart of my life

She's the other half of it that I can never be

The mother of our children that she did conceive

Yes, I met a woman and she had my rib

I found that without her I could not live

It was for this reason I left my father and mother

To cleave to this woman and to no other

So I took her and loved her and made her my wife

Flesh of my flesh and life of my life

Only death could separate what God has brought together

But until then my love for her is always and forever

She's the apple of my eye and I'll love her as long as I live

For I met a woman and she had my rib





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